I wonder if  you're "ok" because I see you say you are but I see a different story in your eyes and I've lived the life and lie of the reflection looking back from the dark mirrors standing invisible to everyone but myself and I've said "ok" myself more times than I could count and I know it's just easier to lie than try to explain the noise of everything breaking deep inside and not wanting to drag anyone down to the misery of a weeping heart and the dread long silent walk stitched to the bottom of the feet of a soul that can't find a reason to keep itself alive and I've been "ok" too and I was only a syllable away from a suicide while sitting alone in a car in a heavy down pour of rain with my hands clenching tight to the poison in my lap and my body trembling from the pain of the absence of my heart and a dream shattered at my feet and promises betrayed singing loudly and off key and I couldn't understand how anyone could be so ******* cruel and I couldn't breath through the pathetic flood of snot running from my nose and clogging in my throat and I was "ok" searching for that last syllable for my note and to this day I couldn't tell you why I'm still alive or how and when I got out of the car and woke up in my bed or how "ok" went from a bleeding lie rorting in the bottom of my teeth to being a quite truth to hold against the darkness and to hold myself up and to chasing away the reflection that was never truely mine and that it's "ok" to not be "ok" and if all you need is someone to sit there in the dark and let it be not "ok" for a minute or a day or however long it takes that I'm already there whenever you may need