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It’s Okay.
If You can’t speak my language and don’t know my name
It’s Okay.
So, You’ve had a bad day and the pain won’t go away
Your stomach is empty, Your head is full, Your house is a mess
But
It’s Okay.
You were ‘bad’ again and You cut again and You tried to jump again
Don’t worry, You’re not alone and
It’s Okay.
Your mom smokes another cig and is leaving Your pop
There’s nothing You can do and so
It’s Okay.
You’re awake at night and You’ve broken down again and You can’t stop sobbing but
It’s Okay.
You screamed at Your father and ripped a hole in the wall and ran away again
It’s Okay.
No one is there for You and no one understands You and
It’s Okay.
You blew a fuse and You cannot remember and it’s now December and
It’s Okay.
You hate God but it’s not His fault but
It’s Okay.
No one likes You and You feel broken and ugly and gross and
It’s Okay.
You couldn’t stop her suicide and You purposely hid the knives and so
It’s Okay.
You skipped Your meds and breakfast with eggs but
It’s Okay.
You’re sick of it all and
It’s Okay.
You feel stupid and clumsy and
It’s Okay.
You’ve been grounded and suspended from school but
It’s Okay.
You are not the fastest or smartest or strongest kid in school but
It’s Okay.
You didn’t pass the test, You failed exams, You don’t give a damn and
It’s Okay.
This week just hasn’t been Your week and today just hasn’t been Your day but
It’s Okay.
So, You stubbed Your toe, misplaced Your shoe, and can’t sing for crap-Forget That! Cause
It’s Okay!
Left Your coat out in the fog and rain just like how it feels inside Your brain but
It’s Okay.
Killed the moment, ringtone’s to blame, set fire to the candy cane but seriously
It’s Okay.
Misunderstood, underestimated, mistaken, mistreated, misdemeanor but
It’s Okay.
Been pissed and sad and crabby and mad and depressed and overwhelmed but overall
It’s Okay.
The world won’t stop turning, Your arms won’t stop burning, and Your heart won’t stop yearning for what it can’t have but hey
It’s Okay.
Haven’t found luck or happiness or God but
It’s Okay.
Dug Your grave, slept in it all night, climbed out of it in the morn with all Your useless leftover might and
It’s Okay.




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