You tell me i\'m okay
but who\'s ever okay
in a world where lust
passes for love
when i fall off the cloud
I thump on the ground
and no one is ever okay
the fake smiles and concern
do nothing, we won\'t learn
that things are never okay
but we say:
next time i will love him more
next time i will be more careful
next time will be the last
but right now all i know is:
the feeling of release
a weight off my shoulders
the blood running down
maybe this will make it okay
maybe now it will be better
maybe now i can finally smile
in case anyone\'s
watching
Written one day, sitting on a bench waiting for a bus to come for about an hour. People came and went, and I was just there. When you seem invisible it's really easy to notice all the dynamics between people, and it's one of those things that once you've noticed, you cant help but see it more and more
