I'm (not) Okay Sometimes I start to wonder Why am I here? Is it to blend in? To be the background of someone's play? Why should I walk this earth With no purpose or story? Some say I belong That I'm a part of one big plan But, if I am to be so much Can I just be me? Or is a lazy, stupid, useless girl Too little a part to save? But my mother once said No matter what you feel On the inside, always put on a good face. Is my shattered heart, #lifeless eyes, And slashed wrist, A good enough face, Mother?

Routine It's a new week And another Tuesday My phone dings And without looking I know it's you It's the same thing As every other Tuesday I go to the secret place Just outside my home And find you waiting Belt undone I smile like nothing's wrong And we do what we do I walk away lighting a cigarette Go inside and tell my mom hi I act like I just went for a stroll She suspects nothing I fall on to my bed And the tears begin I'm in love with you But I'm stuck in this routine Of giving you all you want When I know it's not what I need.