I'm not okay.
And somehow I'm told that's okay?
That what I'm feeling is normal.
If it was normal why is it something we've become ashamed to express?
As if it's a disease to be depressed.
Like you're some virus needing a cure from.
Even though this "virus" doesn't seem to have a cure.
Its something that comes and goes in waves.
One day you're fine and the next you feel like your drowning.
In a never ending wave.
In the cycle of self doubt, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts that swirl over your head.
I'm not okay.
Not yet anyway.
YOU ARE READING
to someone.
Poetrypeoms written for people still figuring out who they are. if you're here, than I guess that would be you.
