That’s Okay

Nessa Monroe

02/09/2011

I feel the silence

Beating on me like a drum….

And you waste me away

Until all that I can feel is numb.

And that’s okay.

That’s okay.

If I’m numb, then I can’t feel anyway.

She rears her head,

And I welcome her to my embrace.

Maybe you will come around,

But by then, it’ll be too late.

And that’s okay.

That’s okay.

If you’re late, then I can’t feel anyway.

So that’s okay.

But maybe—

Maybe

Someday I will learn

To believe.

Maybe I will learn

To believe….

I feel like fighting.

I was never one for going down.

I put my fists up.

You can take my throne, but you can’t take my crown.

Is that okay?

Is that okay?

You’re already halfway there, anyway.

And I feel like dying.

Humanity is steadily disappointing me.

I saw your goodness,

Until you fucking shit on me.

But that’s okay.

That’s okay.

I never liked you, anyway.

Well, maybe—

Maybe

Someday I will learn

To believe.

Maybe I will learn

To believe….

Hey,

As you see me vanishing,

I hope you know.

You gave me hope,

Until you took it away…

But that’s okay.

That’s okay.

I should’ve known you’d do that, anyway.

So that’s okay.