It’s okay, to cry yourself to sleep.
To accept your own defeat,
To always slam the door,
And lie upon the floor,
To shut out all the light,
Because you know you’re not alright,
To hate everyone your around,
And never make a sound,
To never speak your mind,
To always feel confined.
It’s okay, to think the end is now,
To admit you don’t know how.
To walk alone at night,
To loose at every fight,
To feel so insecure,
To believe in any cure,
To feel pushed around,
To be lost but never found,
To wish for the worst,
And feel like you’ve been cursed.
It’s okay, to admit that you were wrong,
To be weak, but never strong,
To want to dress in black,
And to always watch your back,
To feel so small,
Because no one cares at all,
To feel meaningless,
Because of the stress,
To know nothing makes sense,
And lose your self-defense.
It’s okay, to wish that you were numb,
From all that you’ve become,
To wish away the pain,
And all you can’t contain,
To forgive but not forget,
To shudder at every threat,
To get down on your knees,
To wish for some disease,
To crave a little love,
Rather than a shove.
It’s okay to bleed,
To give into to greed,
To stay in the dark,
And never make a mark,
To always be alone,
Rather than a clone,
To never trust someone,
And always want to run,
To long for the rain,
And for the humane.
It’s okay, to hate everyday,
To leave but never stay,
To be the outcast,
Never being asked,
To break all of the rules,
To say they’re just fools,
To hold onto to your dreams,
But hold in all your screams,
To have a little doubt,
To let it all come out.
It’s okay, to think outside the box,
To tell the world your thoughts,
To break out of the mold,
To forget what you were told,
To make your own path,
And let out a laugh,
To go where no one's been,
To believe that you can win,
To forget yesterday
And believe, you’ll be, okay.
