It's okay you feel this way.
You feel shit and that's okay.
Maybe you'll rhyme well someday,
But for now, just fucking say,
It's okay.
It's okay.
You don't wanna look yourself,
In the mirror, that won't help.
Instead, you'll lay awake and gaze,
Your broken mind caught in a haze.
It's not, really, some endless maze
It's one room you just can't faze.
You can wash your tears away.
They're just why your problems stay.
You'll feel better, God I pray,
But for now just fucking say,
It's okay.
It's okay.
I'll just lie down here and rest.
Get that shit all off my chest.
Maybe I'll go far away,
Somewhere where it's all okay.
Maybe I'll feel better there,
No more tears and full of cheer.
I'll be happy either way,
As long as everything's okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
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For Every Moment, a Poem
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