"Are you okay?" That's what you asked, and though you knew the answer. You still asked. And I thought. Then I said. But what I though and what I said were two different things.
No. And that's okay I guess. But I feel broken and needy. Like I depend on everyone. When really all of you depend on me. To stop your pain and hurt. To give you advice. And I can't handle it anymore. But it's okay to be broken. And I want help.
"Yeah. For once in my life I feel fine." I smiled. A fake one. But you didn't notice.
"Okay." You fired to walk away and I wanted to tell you so bad that I was drowning in my own thoughts. But you couldn't hear me. Because I never said a word. Or made a sound. I thought you heard me. Because you turned around.
"You sure?" No I'm not sure. Please come save me. Please come help.
"Yeah..." I sighed. "Yeah I'm sure." I nodded and you left.
You didn't hear me screaming for help. I'm sure my eyes told you. Right? Didn't you see me drowning?
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my second poetry book started on February 9, 2017. Ended April 29, 2017. Who knows what's in store.
