¿Como estás?

They asked me: How are you?
And sadness invaded me
I wanted to collapse and not be
Outside I said I was fine
But inside everything was wrong
I wanted
To disappear
Decline
Succumb
Emigrate

And if it wasn't clear enough, I can add one more
Expire
Like a supermarket item
A canned human product
It would be a cliché but gourmet
I would have on my label
5 percent meat, 95 percent love (low in faith)

I never knew what to say to how are you
I reformulated the question and the answer
Among the how many, hows and whos
Of what is, what will be, and what may be
Mauricio, how are you?
And I didn't answer everything well anymore
Not even for myself
This time I replied
Living on purpose