Okay

It's okay,

It's okay are the two words I say to someone at my mothers funeral,

I didn't mean it,

But neither did the other person when they said,

"I'm sorry for your loss",

It's okay,

It's okay are the two words that leave my friends lips when they see the scars on my arms,

And all I can think is how is this okay,

Can you not see it,

I am not okay,

It's okay,

It's okay are the two words I think when I am dreaming,

You would think this is normal,

Until I tell you that in my dream,

I am being murdered,

It's okay,

It's okay are just two words I can't stand,

Because no matter how many times I hear it,

Say it,

And think it,

I will never be,

Okay.