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I'm Not Okay



I'm Not Okay

Remember the chair you admired in the basement 6 years ago,
the one below the pipes. 
You would imagine kicking it over,
out of fear--anger. 

Yeah, I'm thinking about it now.

Remember that tool you stole from the art room,
the one you took with you everywhere. 
That one that was always there to listen to you,
the one that reminded you that you were still alive...physically,
that everything was really happening.

Yeah, I wish I never threw it away

Remember feeling like nothing was ever good enough!
When no one understood you! 
When it took hours to talk about how you felt, and seconds to write that feeling down.

Yeah, I feel the same way now.

Remember beating these thoughts on your own?

Just now?

I'm Okay.

-Belle Rose



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