tell me i'm gonna be ok

There's a forgotten mug of tea in the corner.

It's the third one I've made and distantly I feel bad about wasting it.

Crouched in the corner like Gollum,

hyperfocused on something that is

little.

useless, really,

in the long run,

But if I can just control the small things,

If I can make the small things right, I can control

the Big Things...

right?

Because the Big Things feel so very out of my hands

and I'm stuck in my life like a beat-up tacoma in the mud.

Wheels spinning, spinning, spinning,

And I've gotten nowhere.

Can't you see my eyes are dead?

the sparkle in them

was buried along with my bleeding heart.

Surely, the spirals worn into my mind

are showing in my smile by now.

I can't do this much longer.

Show me somewhere to go.

Even if it's a path I'm scared to see the end of

at least I'll feel like I'm finally moving forward.

For pity's sake, someone tell me

I'm gonna be ok.

I despise pity, but if that's what it takes

to keep myself from burning,

my hands are out.

Tell me it's gonna be ok.

Tell me I'm gonna be ok.