i'm not okay

just for a few hours
when the world doesn't sit right
and everything is wrong
and i am wrong
and i can't do anything

when there's no future
no purpose
no reason for me to exist

not die
just stop
and blink out

it's just for a few hours
then i'll be fine
i'll smile at your jokes
and read my lines precisely

it doesn't change the fact that for a few hours
all i wanted
was to grasp a shard of glass in my hand
feel the cold
and squeeze