How are you?

The short intake of breath

The wince when taking steps

The cloud of general confusion

Formed from absorbing tears of tramadol

And all the while they ask me

 

How are you?

 

Voices that penetrate my skull

Grind at the ringing in my ears

The doting souls that look but do not see

 

Those that ask questions but do not care for answers

 

Through gritted teeth and plastic smiles the world has my answer

I am fine.

 

 

 

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