I can't breathe,
I can't think,
sometimes I can barely move.
People ask me how I'm doing, I say "okay" but... isn't that what we all say?
They ask me how my day was, I send a smile and say "good"
I'm not lying when I say that.
Today was good, I didn't cry.
Today was good, I woke up and saw the sun.
But today was also bad.
I couldn't smile.
My chest ached with pain.
I couldn't get the courage to speak your name, the letters just wouldn't form.
Today was the worst.
because today I didn't miss you
but simply the part of me that died when you left.
So no, today was not good.
and no, I'm not okay.
But I will be.