Flight

I try to tell myself

Being a people pleaser is not a virtue

Being present and feeling others emotions with them

Is not being flirtatious

It’s being present

And most of the time

It’s easier than feeling

This hundred pound weight

On my chest

Filling these lungs with water

Try to write in blood

I’ll tell you when I feel better

If I feel better

When will I ever feel anything

Anything

At all

Most of the time

I feel like

I don’t feel anything at all

Tear out this heart

Throw it all away

I can’t keep walking on

Pretending

Let’s just keep pretending we’re all ok

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