How can they just say, "You're gonna be alright."
When I know I'm not.
I rethink my whole life and just sit in the night,
With my heart racing faster and faster with each thought.
No matter how patient I am.
No matter how much people try talking to me.
No word of comfort stops me from feeling the way I am.
Finally, everyone just gives up on me and lets me be.
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I feel trapped inside...myself?
If only I could do the thing I once loved, and dance the day away.
Now, even that's gone and I can only sit still observing everybody like an elf on the shelf.
But my hope sparks again, imagining that there's someone out there who understands my pain.
Who understands that it's okay to not be okay.
It helps me get up, be grateful for what I have, it helps me focus and work my brain.
That's what keeps me going, helps me get up and say "I can do it, I'll be okay."
About the Creator
Gia
"To gain your voice, you have to forget about having it heard." - Allen Ginsberg
"Stay faithful to the stories in your head." - Paula Hawkins
“I write because I don't know
What I think
Until I read
What I say.” - Mary Flannery O'Connor
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