“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just tired.”
I. Am. Drowning.
Drowning in guilt,
Drowning in regret,
Drowning in The Ocean.
The Ocean of Emptiness.
“I’m fine.”
Two little words that
Mean so much.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just stressed.”
Stressed, alone, afraid.
Sick and tired
Of all the lies.
Lies to myself,
to friends, my parents.
“Are you okay?”
No answer.
Closer to the truth,
The truth of
Silver-sharp blades
Tucked in a drawer.
Blades that tear;
Tears mixed with blood.
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry.”
- Kayla Lynn