when you're sixteen and all you want to do is tear your veins out from your body,
they tell you everything is okay
but they don't tell you what you need to hear.

they don't tell you it's okay to not want to be a person sometimes,
or that you're allowed to cry until you cant breathe anymore,
or that it's okay that you cant get out of bed some days,
or some days all you can do is get out of bed,
or that when you feel your entire heart shattering beneath your fragile skin
it is OKAY to feel yourself shatter with it.

but the only thing they can ever ******* think to say is that it's okay,
but they forget to remind you that despite every single ache you're feeling,
every pain you think you cant handle,
you will be okay too.