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
