I killed myself over and over again.
Just to find out all of them weren’t me.

I cried again and again.
Just to get that there is no exit to the misery.

I reminded myself again and again.
Just to fall into the abyss all over again.

Why?
I asked you
Why can’t I
Be broken and scattered?

Why
I have to
Put on a happy face
When I am not okay?

Why
Can’t I just stop
Take rest
Or let things go?

Why?
Please let me know
Why
Is it still not okay not to be okay?