You're okay...

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You're okay, you're okay, you're okay... But it's not okay

The statement you repeat to yourself over and over and over again

You're okay... becomes your only friend, YOU are your only friend

The statement that keeps you sane time and time again

You rely heavily, burdeningly, dangerously on a tiny piece of hope you have left, wishing, hoping, praying not to lose it

The statement that becomes your only life line

You're okay... But it's not okay

The monologue that numbs the pain, just a little

You sob relentlessly

The saying that keeps you on your toes

Afraid of the creatures around every corner, trying to find the light in a three-way tunnel, escaping the claws of which scares you the most

You're okay...

The words your mother used to whisper

Used to calm your worries, scare away the monsters of the past...but dark silhouettes are the only things that appear before your eyes, and make peace and light the last

Things on your mind, make the darkness grow, engulfing every thought

The statement that keeps you as the time goes

The days that feel like seconds and the days that feel like centuries, short and endless but never pain-free, you scream, you yell, just trying to be

Fearless, of all that comes at you, to be the Victor and not the victim

You're okay, you're okay, you're okay... But it's not okay

The words that keep emotions from raging

Hiding them afraid, frightened yet begging to let loose, the unceasingly heavy weight fall of your aching, bruised, destroyed shoulders

That keeps it all in the dark

Your mind is blank with black, not a splash of color, not a ray of light, totally taken over by nothing of the imagination

Before you know it, it's the only thing you're saying

Yelling over the raspy voices inside your head, gripping your skull as if to keep it from falling off your shoulders...

But hey, think about it, if you let loose; let it fall

The pain would end...

The voices would stop...

But nothing would begin.

These thoughts keep the fake smile on your face, and gives your eyes that tiny spark

Because you know...

It's not okay

But...You're okay.

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