I’m not okay, I wonder when I will be.

I want everything to be okay

Yet the fire keeps burning

And I can't help but witness

The walls of my paradise fall.

What I am became more

important than who I was and

I couldn't help but ignore

everything around me,

almost as if It never really had

Any meaning in the

first place.

I threw everything away

Just to impress everyone around me

But who would've known

that those very people

were also the ones who destroyed me.

My imagination turned my worlds into ones where I would imagine myself

disappearing in almost everyday possible,

Being isolated felt like an eternity and I started to wonder,

Will I ever actually be okay?