I'M Not Okay
So typical, so cliche
So, not good enough.
The same words
I've been writing pour out
Again and again,
What can I say to
You that hasn't been
Said before?
What can I write
That will open your
Eyes to see
I'M NOT OKAY
I'M NOT ALRIGHT
Once again the same
Monotonous words of a thousand
Kids before me.
Rearranging the pain forcing it out
Like the lines on our wrists
We have no other way to tell you.
You only see when it's to late.
How many silent screams will fill the
Air until someone stops and says,
"Hmm, somethings wrong here."
How many parents will bury their kids
Crying out at the sky cursing
God
"Why," they ask,
"Why me, why them, why didn't they give me a warning?"
The tiny scratches or the big cuts
The slow depression of life in their eyes
The slump in their shoulders as they walk through the door
All silent.
Yet all so loud.
Warnings.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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