I Am Okay

I'm lying on bed. Feeling dead. Eyes wide-opened. Staring at a point, Where I'm not even looking at. Absent. Thinking nothing. But, Contemplating terribly everything. I would rather, Close my ears, Dodging that particular voice, Speaking against me. Complaining about me. It only escalates the tension, Running inside my head. I know I'm at fault here, But definitely not the wrong one. I don't remember, The last time I blinked. I am confused, consumed, silent, anxious, Blank, tense, nervous, emotionless, Stressed, zoned out and NOTHING. All. At. Once. What should I call my emotions? What should I name it? What should I call this poem? What should I name it? What should I call my life? What should I name it? Beautiful? Sensitive? Horrendous? Inspirational? Provocative? Or A--sad-started--but--happy-ended--life? But how should I know it's gonna, End happily? At this point, At this phase, I question the existence of Almighty. In whome I have all faith, belief, Hope, trust, dependence, reliance, And 'credence' on. Now, I know my eye blinked. And I'm no more lying on bed. But still feeling dead. I'll be fine, In spare of time. I'm just... Don't worry! I AM OKAY!!!