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)