i’ve drowned in sorrow regularly
as if you couldn’t tell from the saltwater tracks running down my cheeks
or the gasps of air that i pull into my lungs before the suffocating starts again
but i’ve suffered
my personality is secretly drenched from sorrow
every grandiose display of life is soaked in tears
and yet
i still say that i’m okay
because i am
and i will be
because i will learn to lie on my back
admire the thunderstorms raging around me
and just float