"You will be okay"

I can't tell you

How many times

I've heard this phrase

I cannot recall

How many nights

I sat up alone in bed with tears in my eyes

Telling myself

"You will be okay"

What if

I don't believe in the concept

Of being okay


What if

I don't believe that being okay

Is even an option for me


I am standing here

Pretending that I still have the will

To move forward

Through this destruction

But all I want to do

Is lay down

And watch the world

Pass me by

If only for one moment

I close my eyes

And let it all stop

"You will be okay"

I whisper

And during that split second

I swear

I feel a spark

Of forgotten and lost