There are days where I feel like I'm thriving

And there are days where my own existence annoys me

On my worst days I have to remember;

If it's not alright, it's not the end

A brown eyed girl once told me that

And those words ring clear as day when I no longer wish to survive

If it's not alright, it's not the end

Are you okay with how the story ended?

Not just life. But small events too

If it's not alright, it's not the end

Until you find your peace, the story has not ended.

If it's not alright, it's not the end

(this is a poem I will be coming back to. I feel like it's more of a thought dump than a poem)