I feel disconnected
from your ordinary grief.
Knowing you'll be fine some day
must be such a relief -
and still, I wouldn't wish
this pain on anyone.
My darkness is eternal,
and I don't require the sun -
but I don't even get moonlight,
or a single star to shine
for me. I don't deserve that. Yet,
please don't ask me one more time,
to lie and say the words: "I'm fine."
I am not, and never will be.