I Am Dying

I know, without a hint of doubt, that I am dying

And I am almost positive it is by my own hand

I inhale the problems of others

Chew them up and swallow them

They fill me up until there is no room for myself

I am overcome by the problems of others

And my body and soul so runneth over

That I'm exhaling lies and false tidings of

"Oh, I'm just fine"

I want so badly to grab hold of your arm

Spill my lunatic ramblings onto your ear

But we both know I can't do that

So watch me sit pretty

I'll smile until my face burns hot from exhaustion