I’d like to think that I’ll be okay.
That the rain will stop someday.
The pain will simply leave.
My mind can just be at ease.
I’d like to think that I’ll be okay.
Or that is what I used to say.
At ages 9, 13, 17, and 21 when my brain would go up in flames.
As the world came crashing down upon me.
I’d like to think that I’ll be okay.
Though I’m not quite sure what that’ll mean.
For now, I only know that the sun will still shine some days and make the rain go hide temporarily away.
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