“Are you okay?”
They ask
I respond quickly
‘I’m fine’ with a smile
But am I?
I want help, I always want to be asked that question
But when I do get asked it
My eyes start to water
Filling with tears
Hiding the earthquake in my voice
The drought in my heart
Why do I want to be helped but reject it?
Do I even want help?
I get asked the same question again
Responding with the same thing?
I don’t want help do I?
Do people even ’help’?
‘Care’?
If they did, why do they leave?
Why do they ignore you,
And replace you,
After making you feel like the luckiest person?
I’m not okay,
I know that.
But do I need ‘help’?
Talking with someone about what’s wrong,
Knowing they don’t care or leave me after
Do they care?
It seems like they do, but maybe they’re just good at hiding it
When in reality they don’t care, and would be better without you
Do they really want to know that I’m okay?
I get asked if I’m okay, but I don’t know the person
How can I trust that they care?
That they won’t tell others?
That they can help me
What is help?
Do people even know how to help?
Help is supposed to make it easier for someone
To make it easier by offering your own recourses and services
Do people still help?
Or is it something they say when they don’t mean it?
The question is,
Am I okay?
i feel u
this is so relatable-