It's been a month
A whole month
I'm still not okay
It feels like I'll never be okay
It feels like I have to be okay
I lie to everyone, saying I'm okay
“Maybe I should just end it all”
I think to myself
Looking at the razor
A balcony on a parking ramp
A bottle of pills
The road ahead of me as I'm driving
I don't because it would be too inconvenient
Too sad for everyone around me
But it's not because I'm okay
(I'm not okay)