I sat down on the couch staring at the TV but not really watching it. This is the part where thoughts can't be control and I'm thinking of the what-ifs and suppose.
This is the part where I get down to that part where I am most human and do the most human things. I think we pretend to be okay for too long we don't know how to really be okay truthfully.
We want people around us to think, to know that we are okay that we forget ourselves that we are not until one point in our life we finally realize but then it's hard to be really okay without faking it.
Deep down you know that you're not okay but you don't want to look weak or for them to know that you're weak because you don't want them to prey on you again so you pretend and tell them each time.
I'm okay.
But you're not. But you can't stop repeating.
I'm okay.
Even when you're bleeding out, the weight of your problems crushing you. Even when it was a clean shot, going straight through vital organs, you'll tell them.