17-02-2025
Monday
I say “I’m fine.” –
but I feel the heavy in my body,
even there’s nothing.
I tell myself,
It doesn’t hurt me anymore
everything has changed,
it’s fine, I’m done
but the lie is easier
I tell myself, ‘I’m okay, dear !’
but every “okay” isn’t always clear.
I lie the biggest lie;
“I’m okay. I’ll be Fine.”
But I’m not fine,
I’m just quiet.
I’m not okay,
I’m just silence,
Because, it’s my survival skills.
(“Exactly I Lie It’s Because Of Not Brave Fearness But Because Of Fake Dearness.” –DIARYPOEM24)