it's okay
it's alright
you'll have plenty of time
to figure it out
i can't wait to see how grow
but i wish i could know
how to watch with you.
but hey
it's okay if you're not okay right now.
i guess this is the day
thinking this is the end
you're right
i don't belong here
it's just a waste of time
pointless, hopeless
efforts fruitless
id say id find you a way out
but you don't want anything to do with me, do you
you just want space to forget me
slip me from your mind
like insignificant part of it
on one hand
i shouldn't have confessed whatsoever
let you be you
but on the other hand
maybe I should have just
minded my business in the first place.
atleast then you have a vague idea of happiness
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
