lxxxviii. PICKING PETALS WONDERING WHAT I'LL BE TODAY.
i hate being just okay
because that's just it
i'm okay
not happy
not sad
not anything but okay
and people don't care if you're okay
they barely even care if you are sad
but at least
they care.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
