Sometimes, it’s okay to not feel okay.
My smile is just a mask for my chaos.
In a world full of noise, my silence screams.
Not okay today, but Im still here.
Broken crayons still color, even when they dont feel okay.
I wear my hoodie like a shield from the world.
Behind my eyes lies a universe of unspoken words.
Its okay to feel lost; even stars need dark skies to shine.
My heart is heavy, but my spirit is still fighting.
Im learning to be at peace with my storms.
Even the most beautiful gardens have their weeds.
Tears are just rain for the soul; its okay to let them fall.
Not every battle leaves a scar; some just leave unanswered questions.
Sometimes the strongest warriors are the ones who feel the weakest.
Im a masterpiece in progress, smudges and all.
My shadow knows the weight I carry when the sun goes down.
Behind every ‘Im fine’ is a story untold.
Even the sun has its dark daysjust wait for the dawn.
In my silence, Im screaming for understanding.
Its okay to stumble; its part of the dance we call life.
I feel like a puzzle with missing pieces, and thats okay.
Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts; its a maze with no exit.
Im not a mess; Im a canvas yet to be painted.
Behind every closed door, theres a story waiting to be told.
Its okay to pause; even engines need a break.
Not every storm brings destruction; some just clear the air.
Im crying for the words I wish I could say out loud.
The cracks in my heart let the light shine in differently.
Some days feel like carrying the weight of the universe.
Letting go doesnt mean Im okay; it just means Im surviving.
In my heart lies a garden of untended emotions.
Im not broken; Im just beautifully imperfect.
Sometimes its the absence of words that speaks the loudest.
Every day is a wrestling match with my own thoughts.
In my brokenness, I find the fragility of strength.
Even clouds have their moments of darkness before the rain.
Not okay is just another shade of the human experience.
I choose to be real even when its uncomfortable.
Some days, Im just a lighthouse flickering in the fog.
Its okay to limp while others sprint; were all running our own race.
My heart is a library of stories, some unreadable.
Every scar tells a tale, even if its hard to share.
Sometimes, the biggest battles are fought in silence.
Im a work in progress, embracing my imperfections.
Not okay is a chapter, not the whole story.