xPoexBeesMommeex's blog: "Scrawlings of a Mad Theorist"

Please Note: I did NOT write this. 
I found it looking through my old theatre papers.
It was written by someone in that class, no name was on it.

However, I can relate rather well.


"Okay"

Her smile starts to dim
And her happiness fades away.
I'm the one being tortured
trying to make her okay.
She's not sad from what I did,
but what I couldn't do.
The marks on her arms..
They're my only clues.

She needs me more
than she could ever show.
She needs me now
to soften the blow.
She says "It's hard to handle.
And life shouldn't be this way."

But when I ask her how she is,
All she says is "Okay."

-Anonymous-