ok

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

what to do. 


And that's ok. 
Because it's ok 
To not be ok. 

BP