If you see me crying,
I am not dying,
I am shedding.
When you see me down,
recognize that I am stumbling upon profound,
and insightful understandings.
This life can be so demanding.
This life can be draining.
This life could be damming, and damaging.
I adapt by doing these things,
and feeling this pain.
And if you see me singing,
listen intently, or take notice,
and continue on.
And if you see me heartbroken,
I just loved too strong.
No one was wrong,
and it even gave me the prowess to make this poetry, and to sing this song.
And to carry on, all along, I was meant to be alone…
And if you see me working,
do not disturb!
It is a God in his playground, flowing in action.
And if you see me writing,
know that I am spilling my passion.
I cut my wrists, as I write this.
And if you see me regretful,
know that it is half true.
I am actually grateful.
Because in everything that I do,
I let my heart guide me,
so I would be half lying.
And if you see me,
broken, depressed or sad.
Just know that it is something like a fad,
I grow stronger indeed.
Things do not bother me.
I just have a strong habit of feeling, and paying attention.
And if you see me walking, do not look down on me.
I am thinking about the world.
The beauty and tragedies,
The dreams that are fallacies.
Cutting capillaries, the beautiful tragedy.
