Our hearts carry words, and words carry meaning,
Behind every meaning, there’s a feeling,
Sometimes they heal, sometimes they wound,
Sometimes they’re spoken, sometimes buried.
Yet no matter where they linger or hide,
They shape, they matter, they cannot be denied.

Feelings create words,
Words are said, but sometimes they’re kept,
Sometimes they bring relief, sometimes they bring regret instead,
But what can we do once they’re out?

Words and feelings are always entwined,
Both can soothe, both can sting in kind.
It’s not the words alone that decide their weight,
But the tone, the moment, the meaning we create.

So how do you know what they made you feel?
Look to your heart’s quiet response – there lies what’s real.

You take a minute of your day to ask me, “Are you okay?”
When my whole world is falling apart.
The walls around me are caving in,
And my soul feels nothing, nothing at all.
Yet, I still want to feel something. Anything.

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

Everyone I know has let me down.
No one makes me feel safe.
No touch gives me the warmth I need.
No one feels like home anymore.

And still, you ask me, “Are you okay?”

My mind is drowning
Thoughts crash into each other, and I can’t untangle them.
They call this overthinking,
But I’m trapped. There’s no way out.
I hate that this is how my mind works now.

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

I’ve never felt this numb,
Yet my heart has never carried this much pain.
It’s shattered into a million pieces,
And no one could ever put them back together.

And you still ask me, “Are you okay?”

I feel so alone.
No one understands what I feel.
No one wants me here.
But I just want somebody. anybody

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

Nothing feels right.
Everything is going wrong.
Every road looks like a dead end,
And no path feels like home.

And you still ask me, “Are you okay?”