Okay is a word.
Okay is a lie.
Okay is truth.
Okay can go both ways.
I always get asked “are you okay?”
I answer them with “Okay”
I wish I had someone to actually ask me if I'm okay and I answer them yes and actually check up on me if I'm really okay.
Im not okay, in a sense I cant handle
On my own.
I just need someone to actually care for me.
To check up on me
To look at me and say im here
Saying all this you might think “don't you have your parents?”
I cry because they're one of the reasons why.
Their absence as I grew up, grew up with me.
I feel abandoned especially whenever I need a Mother I can talk to
Shes out there, taking care of someone else's daughter instead of me just to have money.
