Hello, How Are You

Hey,

Hi,

Hello?

Do you remember me?

I don’t expect you to, you’re somewhere better now.

You smile now, so deep that you’ve developed smile lines (better buy some creams for that!)

Perhaps you dream about me,

Are they nightmares or fantasies?

I wish I know what I mean to you.

Warrior,

they call you that but you brush it off

Survivor,

deep down you believe it (to an extent)

Have the white lines on your skin disappeared yet?

They’re not meant to.

One, two, three… There’s twenty of them, I’m sure of it (because I counted)

I heard you write now, but many critics say it’s not very touching or emotional

When you were with me, you created your best works,

You know that.

How does it feel to sleep knowing that I’m dead?

Just kidding, don’t be so stiff

If you can smile for them, why not for me?

I’m not dead, until you are.

*A/N: I just realised I leave an author's note on every piece haha but it's just to offer some insight to my writing in case you (the reader) wanted to know more about each piece I've written. This is a short poem/prose (?) I wrote as a loose exercise for myself. It's a conversation between my past self and my future/ideal self. I have generalised anxiety disorder (GAD) and depression, both were at severe levels when I was younger and still affect me today. This is how I imagine that part of me speaking to myself.