I'm okay. Trust me. (I'm not okay)

July 11, 2013

Everything's okay in the end.

If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Eyes like glass.

Unfathomable pain behind these eyes.

There's a fine line.

One wrong move and it will snap.

Tears held back

To avoid a deluge of questions.

One falls down.

A silver streak of sorrow.

No shimmer of hope.

No glimmer left.

I'm not okay.

But it's the end.

For me.

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