I'M Okay I Swear. Poem by matt hartwell

I'm not okay. I wish i could say. I'm not ofuckingkay. What would you like? A lie that draws a smile or a truth that draws tears to the tile. How am I? I am not okay. I cant breath. I just want to leave. Why cant these thoughts just breath. I'm not okay. I regret not saying that everyday. Maybe someday i will say. I'm okay, I promise. Alone. Running from those feelings of being lost in my own words. Falling out of our own home.