Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I lay my head on my pillow
For the first time in a long time, completely alone
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I choke on the despair and feel the weight of my loneliness slowly pushing me further into my bed
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself every hour on the hour as I hear the clock tick in the background, like a bomb waiting to go off in my chest.
Everything will be okay.
As the days pass, and the pain becomes more of a companion, more of a friend I’ve known a few times before, back for a visit.
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I wait around a phone for a call or message , that deep down I know isn’t coming, or if it even did, it doesn’t matter.
Everything will be okay.
As I become numb, like a zombie living my days in a life I can’t find the meaning in.
Everything will be okay.
I lie to myself, as they all lie to me, because everything, everything is not okay.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I lay my head on my pillow
For the first time in a long time, completely alone
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I choke on the despair and feel the weight of my loneliness slowly pushing me further into my bed
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself every hour on the hour as I hear the clock tick in the background, like a bomb waiting to go off in my chest.
Everything will be okay.
As the days pass, and the pain becomes more of a companion, more of a friend I’ve known a few times before, back for a visit.
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I wait around a phone for a call or message , that deep down I know isn’t coming, or if it even did, it doesn’t matter.
Everything will be okay.
As I become numb, like a zombie living my days in a life I can’t find the meaning in.
Everything will be okay.
I lie to myself, as they all lie to me, because everything, everything is not okay.
