It’s okay

It’s okay
To not
Be okay.
We all feel it
Someday.
It burns
Like the longest
Wildfire.
Crushing
The world.
Squeezing it
Of
It’s air.
It suffocates all
Before killing them off.
1 turns to 10
10 turns to 100
100 turns into 1000;
It never ends,
Press send
To the world.
We are not a joke
Our deaths were not made
So that you
Could have
A topic
To gossip
Or joke
About.
We were
In more pain
Than you
Could ever imagine.
Multiplies
Until breathing
Seems like
The hardest task.
Until your eyes,
Watered down
By the saltiest
Seas,
Can’t open
And see the sky.
Until pain
Is the only word
You can remember.
But you
Don’t want
To cry
For help
Because
“It will go away.
Just give it a day.”
No,
It won't be a day,
Not a month,
Not a year,
Not just today
Will you feel
This way;
Everything changes
When things become dark.
Other senses call out.
You can hear
The cries
Of others,
So much clearer
Than before.
You can see
The darkness
Residing
In yourself.
The same diseased darkness
That you mistook
For a common cold.
You can feel
All the emptiness
Around you,
And the cold
That bites
Harder
Than ever before.
You could reject
The things
That you need to live,
Or end it quickly.
Maybe,
If you thought about it
Just a little bit more,
You could realize
That you can survive it.
Longing
For
Human contact.
The farthest thing
From what you need
But the best thing
To save you.
So maybe,
When you realize
How dark
Darkness can be
Just reach out,
Take their hands,
And breathe in
The light.