I am not OK.
I haven't been OK in a long time...
Your whole Facebook is filled with her.
You profile pictures, reels...
Despite I am so called free I still feel in prison...
My heart so heavy every day I try to alleviate...
Funny, to see you
Sat there looking real...
One day was every day
That has gone by...
Watching. Wistful. Wasting, is she,
Of moments and any lost opportunity...
It feels great when you meet someone for the first...
It feels good when you fall in love with someone...
That's the thing about depression
it keeps coming back...
A place to go where feeling safe
Is meant to be a given...
In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...
I thought I was getting better,
I thought I was free from the dark path...
In God, I lay my heart and soul.
I pray to Him above...