Okay One last drink before I go, One last kiss before I leave, One more cut before I die One more thought before I’m gone, One more hit before I dissipate We’ve got to be a little braver since yesterday is gone We’ve got to believe that there is something more for us than this Within we all know we can not make it alive But we all still fight like we’re gonna make it out of this hell We have become confused and unsure of who we really are We’re so unsure and as humans we’ll all end up dying either way But the pain we hide inside… Is way too much for us to bear… And we’re sick of pretending that everything is going to be okay… Are you okay… As it sits, we’re angels that have almost become dead… Time after time I’ll ask… Are you okay… Are you okay… We can’t sleep… We can’t fight… So again and again I ask… Are you okay...
This poem was written during a time I felt I had no one. But I'm out of that dark space.