I pray every night hoping
That God hears me.
Hiding feelings in lines of poems.
Laying awake missing old faces.

Asking my self why I am so broken?.
Why am I not healing?.
Why won't they listen to me?.

My mum's pain didn't stop until
The day she died.
My brothers and sister smoke the
Pain away.

Is it okay not to be okay?.
Is it okay not wear a fake smile?.
Is it okay not to always be strong?.

I remember why I could see the
Beauty in everything.
Now I see nothing and feel nothing.