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Mando
I wake up, surprised, knowing that I'm still alive, thinking that it's already over, only to find out that it's
not.
Heavy breathing followed the overwhelming reality that your body is moving, you're still thinking, and
your eyes can still see all the things that you wish you didn't see.
Now, you have to pretend that you're fine, even if your mind is exploding with negativity that seems
heavier than a boulder.
You have to smile even though the heart can't seem to find a justifiable reason to move the muscle on
your lips.
You have to make them believe that you're not struggling with the reality of life.
You have to be fine.
I'm not ok
I want to be ok, but I'm not.
Help me.
Please
I smile, laugh, cry, like a normal person do, but underneath the normal face that you see, is another
figure that's shouting for help, and waiting to be felt.
It's covered by despair and anger, by guilt and pressure, by expectation and failure, by insanity and
reality.
It's all beneath the jokes that I throw, the laughter that you hear, and the usual Hi and Hello
It's complicated
I'm not ok
I wan't to be ok, but I'm still not.