Mentally Dead Poem by Jenna Dandurand

it's been six months.
six months since the
accident.
it's been six months
of horrendous pain,
and i wish.
anywhere but here.
anywhere but there.
help me,
help me.
people always ask me,
'are you okay? '
'does it still hurt? '
i never know what they mean,
i can't dechiper the code.
am i okay,
am i okay?
what do they mean,
what do they mean?
i think i'm okay,
physically.
i think i'll end up fine,
physically.
but otherwise,
send me away
into the darkness.
i'm not okay,
everywhere i look
i can see them,
demons of my past.
i'm not okay,
i'm not okay.
the fear is still there,
and the pain cuts deep.
i'm not okay,
i'm not okay.
mentally,
i'm dying.
i'm dying.
help me, help me.
their following me,
chasing me into
the closet.
i can't make it,
i can't make it.
take me away.
the darkness is
already killing me.