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Nothing Is Wrong


Nothing is wrong.

Go away. Go away. Please...don't stay.

Is it time to get up.
Is it that time again. To get up.

It's dark inside.

Is it time to get up.

It's time for me to think. I need to think.
I need to let my memories bathe me,
and rush over me,
and let me feel nothing.

Nothing is wrong, 
and I feel nothing,
because it's not my time to care anymore.

It doesn't matter. It isn't a problem.

I'm fine.

Nothing is wrong,
just because things happen,
and they happen to everyone,
because that's life, 
or death.

But it just is,
nothing is wrong. Please...go away.

Why must I talk about it. Why. Why 
are you still here.

Why. Nothing is wrong.

She's gone. We all go away. We all go away. Please...go away.

Eternal rest.
I need to rest. She's resting. That's all. She's resting.
Nothing is wrong.

I'm fine.

Nothing is wrong,
so please...go away. I am getting up now. I am fine.
It's time to get up. It's dark inside.
But light outside. I know. I understand.

I'm fine.

Please...go away.

I'm fine. I'm fine. Please...go away. I can see the light now.

I will be fine.

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