He Asked Me If I’m Okay

Tonight he asked me if I’m okay

I thought for a moment

I said I was

I’m not

I’m not I’m not I’m not

I told him I like myself better medicated

That’s only the half of it

I’m afraid of myself

Afraid of my blackouts

Of my anger

Of how the kids are going to remember me when they’re older

I don’t like me

But I don’t know how to fix me

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