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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In depths of whispered lies, they ask, “Are you okay?” I respond, “I’m fine” But inside, I’m tangled in a knot A turmoil of thoughts I can’t untwine “I’m fine”, the words escaped my lips, The greatest shield against my pain within But beneath the surface, Oh beneath the surface, I suffocate In a sea of sorrow, I drown and spin Beneath the surface, behind every “I’m fine” I wish… I wish I could find the courage The courage to pick a knife up I wish I could slit my throat Oh I wish… I wish I could drown in my own blood as it gushes from my throat Maybe then I’d drown in something that’s not my own thoughts “I’m fine”, I whispered, but it’s a lie For each day I live, I feel dead inside Behind these eyes, a storm rage Behind every smile, a tempest roars, “I’m fine”, I said, though I long to scream A masked laughter to withdraw the pain “I’m fine”, I whispered as I cut open my thigh “I’m fine”, I whispered as I enjoyed watching my blood escape through my scars In the silence of my hollow soul, Echoes of anguish take their toll “I’m fine”, I repeat like a broken record Yet inside I feel so severed With each "I'm fine," I lose a piece, Until there's nothing left but grief. Beneath the surface, I drown in sorrow, Yet still, I say, "I'll make it to tomorrow." But in the darkness, where shadows creep, The truth emerges from its sleep. "I'm not fine," I finally admit, As I confront the demons that won't quit. So here I stand, broken and bare, Stripped of my disguise, No longer hiding, no longer scared. "I'm not fine," I confessed to the night, For only in truth, can I find the light.
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