I’m not okay
I say I’m fine when you ask
But inside there’s a voice screaming
One that is locked in a cage
Stripped of sound
In a barren wasteland of repressed emotions
I’m not okay
I wake up and fight with myself
To find the will to do something, anything
I get anxious when having to step out the front door and face life
Like I might get hurt
Like I might get lost
I’m not okay
I struggle with forcing myself to have fun
I can’t find my confidence
I don’t know who I am
But I stay true to myself, whoever that may be
I’m not okay
I don’t eat or sleep well
I’ve drowned my sorrow in drugs and sex
Hoping to find myself amidst the euphoria
I understand the world around me
But have no fucking clue who I am
And it irks me that I can’t stick to a schedule
I hate myself for having to think and rethink every insignificant thing
I’m not okay
I’m wishing for an ear to hear me
But I don’t want to speak to it
What the fuck is it all for anyway?
All I know is, I’m not okay