I am ok
*mild trigger warning*
“Are you ok?”
Once again, it is that question you crave.
Always the same answer
The same nod
The same fake indication.
Yet you still yearn for it.
You want them to press you
To tell you, no
I will not accept your blatant lie as an answer.
You don’t want to admit
That no one cares enough to want the truth
That even though such questions come and go
You are alone.
You’d rather believe that
They look into your stone cold eyes
They glance at your tear stained cheeks
They stare at your bandaged wrists
and honestly believe when you say
“Yes, I am ok.”
This poem is about:
Our world