Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }

Okay...

I was okay...

- by Sophia Cac

Hi,

my name is never needed to be told.

I am here only to speak the truth,

the words I've keep for too long, too depth.

I've been told, family is gold. 

They told me, the number stained in the papers is what will be my tomorrow.

And foolishly, I believe,

and I was okay...

I've seen many things, 

lived in a single moments.

I receive gifts that I never wish to have, 

the gift of wonder is what I wish to throw.

"Maybe it will be good tomorrow," 

is the phrase I've told so many times,

and I was okay...

I knew I was born for a reason, 

I just never had the courage to question the reason.

I never told to myself, "This is wrong," for I always thought it was for good.

I never had the guts to open my eyes, 

for everything scares me, 

frighten me too much to even let sleep invade me.

All I knew is that,

I was okay...

Before I didn't know the word "Anxious", "Depression" or even "Sadness"

for my own mind have been corrupted, repeating the words "Error, error, error".

All I knew I was okay, even I was never been okay!

My family is okay, my friends is okay, they're all okay,

BUT I'm not okay!

I'm not...

Okay.

Hi, 

my name you ask for?

I don't know, actually.