What's wrong? you've been asking.

I simply say I'm fine.

my mind, a darkened stairwell

emptiness is all I can find.

It's not that I feel okay,

It's more so I can't explain

why I flinch,

and why I my mind won't let me feel sane.

if you want an answer,

I guess it's because:

every time you make a loud noise,

just a quick sudden thud,

I'm scared you'll hit me

hard enough

for me to see

my own

blood.

he wasn't just a gentle ocean wave,

he was a flood.

One I can

Never drain.