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Don't ask me "Am i okay",

If its clear that im not,

Don't try to tell me my pain is all apart of life's "bigger plot",

A bitter liquor of pain i swallow as my heart rots,

Living caught between noticed but quickly forgot,

Am i not important or at least an afterthought,

Am i at least worth window shopping if im not worth being bought,

I aimed for your heart but i clearly overshot and for me i believe that was my last shot,

I saw in you something precious like a diamond or ruby,

and as i looked in your eyes its like you could see through me,

When we touched that feeling i can only describe as beauty,

So i never expected being subjected to this much cruelty,

I told you all my secrets trusted you with heart,

Believing deep down inside you were my counterpart,

My better half a shard of good in my windowpane of hate,

But now my heart's locked behind closed doors inside an estate or pain waiting for somber embrace,

Yet guarding the gate is a venomous snake,

You see i have became what i always detested,

Demented prevented from filling accepted,

Embedded with hate from repeated rejections,

Befriended my pain and now my hate is cherished,

So no i am not okay thats why tears fall slowly,

No im not okay thats why barely get sleep,

And no i am not okay that's why i barely even eat,

I don't wanna make this discreet my life has been bittersweet,

Incomplete filled with defeat and this story it just repeats,

So i scream and try to flee until my chest just overheats and my heart it skips a beat until inside i start to weep,

So no i am not okay,

And no i will not pray because if there was someone to answer my life wouldn't be this way. - Devonte Mack