You ask me, "How's everything", "good" I say

I lay in my bed.

Hopeless, helpless 

Acting as a wish, dead.

I hear them saying. 'Call her up, she hasn't been out' 

Little do they know, 

What the dim lights are about.

There lies a stuff toy.

Beside me.

I wish it had a soul.

A friend, I wanted it to be. '

Cause the one that I had.

'The Friend' 

Seems to have gone a little too far.

You ask me, 'How's everything?' 'Good', I say.

I wish I could tell you, 

What you told me once.

'Good is subjective' .

At 1 in the morning

When there is utter silence.

I listen to the song.

You once told me about.

I wonder, how aptly the lyrics describe

. "I had all of then,

Most of you, 

Some and now, none of you. " .

I still look at that stuff toy.

Look with blurred vision 

Laughing hysterically,

At your 'BRILLIANT' decision .

I've told you, 

I'm bad at expressing.

And once this poem ends, 

To you, I'll say nothing.

I wish to write so much.

But you'll not read it, too.

I think I shouldn't make you, 

Read this any longer.

For, you'd just waste your time

So, 

I'm stealing something.

From something special, for someone.

"Maybe 'yeah' will be our always"

-Aditi