Is it possible to be okay 
but not okay
all at the same time?
                              I'm asking 
because I want an answer.
                              I want someone to tell me,
                              to guide me.
I want someone to let me know that
this feeling and this pit 
of loneliness and desperation I feel 
                              in my lungs and heart
has not only ever been felt by me.
                              I feel like I can't say anything.
If I say something, 
people will think that I am just 
                              looking 
                              for attention.
I'm not. I'm really not.
                              I promise I'm okay.
I was doing okay,
I really was.
                              I was doing fine,
but then this clawing at my chest started again.
                              I tried
to
ignore it.
But I could only ignore 
                              the ripping
                              and the blood for so long 
before I finally looked down
at my hands that were stained red
                              I can't tell you.
I can't.
                              I could if I would but I can't. 
You do not know me in this way,
                              and I know that
that is how 
                              it is meant
to
be.
We are nothing.
                              I am nothing to you.
But I'm so desperate to be something.
Anything.
I do not want to go back to my old ways.
                              I can't.
I know I can't.
                              So...
do I disappear again?
Do I make myself so unknown to the world 
so then 
I would feel unknown to you 
as if it were something normal?
                              Maybe.
I don't know. I'm so confused.
                              someone,
please tell me what to do.
                              I am not okay.
Please help me feel okay.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
 
                                               
                                                  