I'm Not Okay, I Promise

Slowly the first tear begins to slide downward by the resilient pull of gravity.

The small but grand proof that everything is not alright.

Things will never be the same.

Life always changes and it’s hard to get used to it.

There will always be hurt; it will never cease to exist.

It’s hard to get used to the constantly nagging pain.

It’s not your fault but you feel the hurt anyhow.

Why?

Probably because you worry too much about everything,

about stuff others don’t take into account.