Why do you even bother to ask me if i'm okay,
Not like you actually care about my response.
You can't do anything to comfort me,
You'd only make the feeling worse.
See i have too much pent up, don't try to push it out of me.
It took time to push it all down.
I've stuffed my mouth with food,
Don't try to press my cheeks and draw it all out.
So ask me again if i'm okay, you can't afford to lose me you say.
Clearly you can by not giving me the space i need,
You see i'm not okay and ask me anyways.
I just need time to heal all on my own,
It may take a while but I can't afford to seem vulnerable.
So I hold my tears.
So please, just don't ask me if im okay.
You know i'm not, but i'm trying to be.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
