I'm not okay...
and although I can't bring myself to physically say it,
I can at least type
I'm not okay...
I feel like I'm not enough,
like I'm not doing enough,
like I'm nothing but a burden,
like everything for me is uncertain,
and lately I've thinking about going to see them pearly gates,
maybe then everyone I love will be okay,
and I won't just be taking up space,
I'm trying,
I'm doing all I can,
because weakness and emotion can't be shown while being a man,
maybe I'm not enough,
and this is all I got,
maybe I am a burden,
and my heart should stop,
one day at a time is how its going,
so don't ask if I'm okay,
cause what will you do when I'm not...?
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Pray We Outlive the Red Roses
PoetryA Collection of Poems and Spoken Words by yours truly.