Confessions Of A Broken Heart

Honey, Are You Okay?

Honey, Are You Okay? by Danielle Villa

I smile less and cry more
tear-stained pillows on the floor,
but never once you came knocking at my door,
"honey, are you okay?"

I grew up thinking how pathetic I am,
wondering as to how I my parents grew to hate me.
Never to ask in the loving parental way,
"honey, are you okay?"

These thoughts haunted me like a ghost
For aren't thy parents to love you most?
To care for you and lovingly say,
"honey, are you okay?"

Drinking, smoking, lonliness
my only companions when alone.
Crying, fake smiling, force it all out
In these suffocating four walls i call "home."

I resorted to cutting,
not like anybody cared.
Drips down the blood from the silver blade.
Thinking, "what would they say if they all saw me now?"
Would they ask,
"honey are you okay?"

Lying on the bathroom tiles the white all drenched in red
It's funny how only when I'm lying here dying,
when my parents rush out of bed
It's funny how the last words they said to me before St. Micheal took me away.
It's funny how when I took my last breath, the last thing I heard them say:
was "honey, are you okay?"

I doubt you cared. -DV