It Pains Sometimes , But It's Okay I Guess
To Keep Smiling And Making Others Smile
Hiding Things That Aren't Understandable ,
It's Okay I Guess , If It's Above Your Ability
To Convey Your Pain To Others And Bother Them
For They Have A Life Too And Are Dependable,
It's Okay If It's Unbearable , Sometimes
And That Sometimes Can Be Anytime Or Everytime
Afterall It's Okay If Pains Are Incurable,
It's Okay For Me Not To Exist
If My Existence Is A Burden To My Existence
Afterall Giving Up Is Close And It's Undeniable,
It's Okay I Guess Not To Sleep , And Think
All Night About Things That Bothers
Cause You've No Money And Time's Only Giveable,
It's Okay If I Die And No One Knows Why And How?
Afterall People Come And Leave At Times
Living , And Ignoring Death Which Is The Only Notable,
It's Okay If This Doesn't Make Any Sense To You
You Don't Expect A Dying One To Make Sense Either
I'll Just Write Enough To Be It Readable,
It Was Okay When People Laughed At Me
For Things That Weren't Even Close To Laughable,
Who Cares For What's Inside You? Afterall ;
All These Feelings Aren't Measurable ,
Sustain Or Break , There's No Other Way
When You Have No Motivation Available ,
Than To Live And Make People Suffer With You
It's Okay Let People Cryin And Leave
In A Way You're Still Lovable,
It's Okay I Guess Not To Love Roses
If You Aren't Willing To Hurt By Thorns
Thorns Were Anyways Never Approachable.
