i’m (not) okay

i’m not okay being alone don’t say that i might choke on my words one more time i’m not good at self control i’ll bite might nails until i’m old and i forget just how do so and it’s not your job to make me feel seen cause i don’t and i won’t you can’t make a blind girl see and you can’t a pessimist have a hope and i hope you know i’m (not) okay