I’m okay.
I feel alone again,
But it’s a cycle I’ll get through, right?
My blood curdling screams of help
Are muffled by my own frightened hand.
Everything inside feels numb and
I’m trying so hard
To be free
To be happy
To be okay
But darkness holds a tight grip on me;
Cold, cruel shackles grabbing my ankles,
Pulling me
Three steps back
Every time I feel okay.
Laughs turn into goosebumps,
Delight turns into nausea
Until I’m suffocated by my own body,
Gasping desperately for help
As my chest heaves with my bruised heart
And limbs tremble- synced to the ticks of a clock.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Until it’s too late to escape
And the only way to endure my pain
Is burning.
I’m not okay.