I Am Good

And there was

a reason for what I’m about to say as much, as I will hate to admit it

There came a time where the tears filled my body but nothing came out, an overflowing mess

My chest hurt with every breath, and my eyes have never been so dry.

For once in my life, I cannot find the words

There came a time where everything fit into place but I was unhappy with the picture that was created using the last piece

Can I change the narrative?

Can I erase the narrative?

Do I need it?

How?

I wonder what thoughts can’t escape your head

The voice in mine is going to be my biggest downfall

I am good

I am good

It’s okay