they say it will be okay
but when
I have waited years
upon years
for "okay"
several miserable years of my life
I have been through it all
and yet
I still have not found happiness
how do you know I will
you do not have the power
to tell the future
and see me in a pastel yellow house
sipping hot tea
completely content with life
you don't even have the power
to see me now
bloodshot eyes
and bones peaking through skin
and sadness living
in places they shouldn't be
you don't know
if I will ever be okay
so stop trying to assure me
that I will be
stop making promises
you cannot keep
