THE DAYS ARE HERE

There are days I lied about having something for dinner
The days you text first so they won’t have to ask later
There are days I said no to tea or water
It’s not that I was fine
But my empty stomach couldn’t accept indigestible
These are the days I stayed online
Just to keep my friends company
And starved myself to death over the WiFi

There are days I sounded okey
The moments I went silent
That minute passed just listening to you
I was sobbing, breaking out
My situation was worsening
And I had none to tell
No one could handle me, or maybe offer a solution
Because I didn’t need mercy
Didn’t want to be a weakling
So I played my game safely

The days are here again
When you don’t trust even your own self
When everything feels like falling apart
When giving up seems much easier
These are the days
That I wish someone could read between the lines
And feel my sadness over the text
But none does
Untill R.I.P becomes talk of the day
And all they wanna do is talk of how I made them feel through art.
The art that no one saw the hidden meaning
And used it to serve their gratifications
And then I become a memory
I once were here

©Jonteh