Don't
You dare
Tell me I'm okay
You have no right
I'd almost rather be dead-
a cold, lifeless body
with blue and purple lips,
bloodshot eyes,
and a stomach that had pills as it's last meal,
buried in dirt-
Than deal with you
Saying those three little words to me again
And no, not "I love you."
The words: "You are okay."
I'm not okay
when I cry right next to you
And you don't even notice
I'm not okay
when I cry right next to you
And you don't even care
I'm not okay
when I cry right next to you
And you leave once more
I'm not okay
when I cry right next to you
And you still continue to throw acid
No.
I'm not fucking okay.
And neither are you.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
