Quicksand

It's hard- when everyone assumes that you're okay. When you're not- you never have been. You say what they want to hear, even when it's a lie. Because you're afraid of what they might think. Whatever you think that might be- you're wrong. Trust me. I've been there. And if they do think like that, know this: they don't deserve someone as good as you. Every time you repeat that phrase- I'm okay, you sink deeper and deeper and deeper, until you're stuck in the quicksand. Eventually, your head will go under. And all hope seems to have disappeared. forever. But then comes a hand, pulling you out of your quicksand. Struggling, but never letting go. Then there are more. So many hands. They crowd around you, searching for a grip, and lift until you begin to rise. Up.