When you asked me if I was okay, I told you I was.
Because at the time I did think I was okay.
I thought the sadness inside of me was only temporary.
I thought the lack of motivation was normal because I'm just a teen right?
I thought it was okay to hate yourself, because who didn't right?
I thought that the feeling of absent was going to be filled soon enough. But god I was so wrong.
I'm not okay.
Because it's 3:43 and I feel like my mind is going crazy.
I can't think straight.
My vision is blurry.
Everything is slowly slipping away.
But things will get better you say.
But when do they get better?
After I've overdosed on pills?
Or when I finally hate myself to the point of no return?
Or does your simple "your gonna be okay" make things better?
But today you asked me if I was okay.
But I only reply with, "yes I'm okay".
