Because the thing about being human is,
If you’re sad but you don’t let yourself cry
(because you're strong)
If you’re empty and you don’t let yourself feel
(because you're busy)
And you keep telling everyone everything is good and ok and
going well
And smiling
And living
And holding on
And hanging in there
The sad decides to make itself at home.
Decides to look around a little, maybe stay for a while
And without anyone ever knowing
You realize you’re focusing a whole lot on swimming and
breathing
You realize that uncried tears aren’t as forgiving as you
thought
You realize your heart is drowning
And you’re not quite sure
And that's ok.
Because it's ok
To not be ok.
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