Not Okay
How long can I go
and hold it all together?
How long
until I break?
How long
can I keep smiling
When on the inside
I’m screaming in agony.
I want to be okay.
But I’m not.
How long until
it’s so dark
that who I am
is obscured?
How long
until I meet someone great
just to be the destroyer
of something good?
I want to be okay.
But I am not.
Life has passed
and I feel left behind.
Hope feels fleeting
and who I am
nearly ceased.
I want to be okay.
But I am not.