What if I told you
I’ve got a bruised heart
And my tears always fill in the dents
Would you try to drain out the hurt?
Stab in a syringe and replace it with some illicit drug?
While I would be on the high side, it still damages
Who I am, who I want to be
What if I told you I’m not okay?
What if I told you
Everything aches so badly
Would you listen to what I have to say?
Or tell me to go buy myself a shotgun
And get it over with?
Maybe I should hang myself in my favourite dress
Open up my closet to find exactly what you wanted
What if I told you I’m not okay?
While I can see you crying right next to me
I don’t think you care, because you’re still smiling
Underneath those teary eyes and forced frown
You know nothing is okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem