Is it really okay? To ask my eyes to drown my tears; My throat to melt the lump; My skin to straighten the creases; And my heart to alter the rhythm. Is it really okay ? To dictate how hurt I’m supposed to be; How much Pain I’m allowed to feel; How loud I’m allowed mourn; How many pieces I’m supposed to shatter into and which pieces deserve to be picked back up. You don’t get to tell me to be thankful for the life I have, when in feel dead inside. And if I turn my heart into a dendelion clock, for the wind to carry it away, you don’t get to decide the strength or the direction of the wind. https://www.instagram.com/p/BoDhUxPhWid/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ostuwp1hw4ru








