The Power Of Ink

is it okay?

Is it okay to mourn your past?
To mourn who you'll never be?
Is it okay to cry at last?
After months of feeling nothing?
Is it okay to hate your mind?
To hate the way you think?
Is it okay to be so unkind?
Only to you. Fuck, it's getting hard to breathe

Knowing no one can truly love you
Or know who you are
Or want you near
Or care
Why are you so hollow?
You can't even love yourself

Is it okay to mourn your present?
To mourn who you are currently?
Is it okay to come to terms
With your insignificant being?
Is it okay to be excited for the end?
To wonder how painful it'll be?
Is it okay to think you deserve it?
To know you're not worth a thing?

Knowing nothing will truly want you
Or understand you
Or be by you
Or hear
Why are you so depressing?
You can't even feel your own feelings

Is it okay to mourn your future?
To mourn your unproductive life?
Is it okay to loathe your existence?
To wish there was no past to hide?
Is it okay to blame yourself?
Even when you constantly tried?
Is it okay to finally give in?
When you realise you're living a lie?

Knowing something will truly free you
Or haunt you
Or stop you
Or kill
Why are you still here?
Just leave
You can't even move on
Are you okay?

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