Fighting

You say he'll be fine
and he's in the best place
but
I have eyes.
I see exactly what is happening,
and I can feel him slipping away.
You keep asking how I am.
Isn't it obvious?
I know you're trying to help
but right now I don't want to chat,
I don't want crappy coffee from that stupid machine
and everytime you hug me you're making it worse.
I'm not being fair
but indulge me, just for now.
I'm fighting cause he's stopped,
I'm angry at the world,
not at you.