How are you?

You don't feel love for me
You say
First thing in the morning
I listen to you
Nothing new
Then you ask me how I am?
I listen to the question
I want to tell you I feel despondent
Abandoned
Over and over and over again
But what use is there to say what hurts the most to an unfeeling ghost
I say, I'm good
Nothing new
Life continues

Sick

That moment, when you realise
That you are living a lie
That you are not at all fine
That you hurt
Every cell in your body hurt
That you are grey and hollow
Underneath the glossy sheath
Of lip gloss and painted nails
You feel sick.