"i am okay" is what i say when u ask
me "are you fine?". "I am okay"
because i am not fine, i am okay.
I am okay that the depths of my
thoughts are drowning me, that my
inner voices sinks in, and it kills me. I
am okay.
"Mom.."
I always paused because i hesitate if
can really tell you i am not fine, mom.
When you ask if i am sad, no, because
i dont-
I dont know why i dont feel anything
but i just want to cry. "What's wrong"
nothing. because i dont know
anything but i am okay. I am okay not
knowing the problem, when the
problem is me, that that me, is
broken.
Depression, is what locks me up to this feeling nothing. Depression is not knowing whats the problem and cannot open up because you dont know anything about the problem but i am okay.
i am okay that your eyes are not seeing me cry, that your ears are not hearing my voice screaming painfully. I am okay
I am okay that no one tries to talk to me about it because i hide this face with another face, that what others want to see, but i dont see why they want to see the feeling i am not feeling.
Yes, it is a puzzled words to a person with depression and even us are also puzzled. And you ask why is that so?
Because this mind, is a maze that has no escape.
As long as i am not fine, i am okay.
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