It’s nice weather outside.

And yes, maybe I’m drowning.

Maybe I’m screaming out to the world,

My cries silent on my lips.

Maybe I’m falling down, down, down,

Further than I’ve ever been.

And yes, maybe I am _dying_.

Maybe that broken piece I’ve always put duct tape on is finally starting to shatter.

Maybe my whole world is falling apart.

Maybe I don’t even know what it is to be okay.

And yes, maybe I’m terrified for my own future,

Afraid it ends up broken and alone.

But today?

Right now?

It’s nice weather outside.