I am ok

Thu, 06/18/2020 - 05:31 -- Winkle

*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

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