Someone Not Alright

[sylvey]

You say you can't do it anymore,
And I tell you you're doing all you can.
You say that you've thought about it before,
And I never asked about your plans.
You're a source of income,
Someone unfortunate, but all the same.
Tag never would have been invented, after all
If nobody ever ran.
So to you, my patient, I am grateful,
For being a pawn in life's game
And if it gets me my paycheck quicker,
I'll gladly say it was a shame.
And behind closed doors, I say my thank-yous
Joking about how your existence was a blight.
About how your quick departure was appreciated
Simply another candle snuffed in the night.
Thank you, my patient, for having a terrible life
Thank you, my patient, for leaving behind a note and a knife
Thank you, my patient, for never being alright
It's because of your suffering that I'll eat good tonight.
But it hurts me so, my patient,
That you've left me behind.
There'll never be someone with problems quite like yours
That I'll ever be able to find
Problems I can compare to my own,
To make my own darker days more bright
And maybe, just maybe,
I regret being your false hope's light
You may have been broken, but by me you were shattered
For all the coping tips I fed you
While making you believe your feelings never mattered.
I wonder how broken I am myself, in hindsight....

Doctor, I've felt this way for so long, but...
I think I'm someone not alright.




(we don't write happy poems in this household, nosiree.)