Non bene
im not okay...i dont think i ever was
I'm not okay,
The voices in my head are slinging slurs.
Curses and shame,
They seem to be the dreadful symphony.
I'm not okay.
Was I ever okay?
I've been beaten down,
Stripped and raped around.
I keep on standing up,
Because that's all I can do.
I'm not okay,
I'm tired of pretending to be
Perfect.
Im not sane.
Sanity is just a fleeting wish.
So when I get beaten down,
Thrown and scarred about,
I can only reach out.
Can't you see that I'm in misery!
I can see that there is no empathy.
But I am here,
I suffer for them.
I live in inner strife for him.
But I’m not okay.
I don't think I have been
For a while.
I’m not okay,
But have I ever been okay?
So when you scream at me,
Slinging slurs and rage at me.
I am still here,
Your sounding board.
I can pretend I'm sane.
Pretend that the voices are
Not alive.
But in the end...
I’m not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not.
I don't think I ever was...
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Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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😢😢😢 me neither to be honest