Mourning Skies

It's Not Okay

Don't tell me that it's okay
A dealing of hate
Does not elate most hearts
And the words you so desperately tried
To drown out with cotton in your ears
And music so loud
You popped your eardrums
It still go through
Like fishhooks under your skin
Went through your veins
Up to your brain
Whispered in your head on late nights
Your home became a hell inside of four walls
And the words that dug
The deepest into your flesh
Rivaled the holes in the wall
But even the punches through drywall
Could not amount to the cavity
Forming in your chest
From the ever present emptiness
Which seems like an oxymoron
But that was all you had left to use to fill
That cavity
Don't you dare say it's okay
When your voice is hollow as your home
So empty and spacious
And the constant echo
Is not absorbed
Because there's nothing left
When your eyes reflect nothing
But the shattered mirror
You look in every morning
And a wrap around your chest
Is all you can manage best
But soon you start shaking
And the while the mirror can sustain
Another crack
You can't
Don't you dare tell me it's okay