And he told me
I would be okay. The truth was that I knew I would be. I had experienced gut wrenching, heart aching pain before. I knew I would end up okay eventually but right then; right in that moment I was utterly not okay. Its the little moments that murder you, that leave you heaving, bleeding out at someones feet while they whisper fortunes about your future in your ear. Its the small little stabs with sharp words that make you question your ability to be that four letter word. Okay. He stabbed me over and over with spews of words that formed sentences and still had the assiduity to tell me that okay was something I would be. I didn't know that attempted murder made anyone feel okay, even if you made it out alive.
