Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,For never
having met.Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,With nothing
to regret.
How Are You?
It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.
It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.
It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.
It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.
It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.
It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 