Is it okay to ask for help? Because the thought is foreign. 

Is it okay to not feel okay? Because I feel numb.

Is it okay if I just lie down? Because I'm tired.

Is it okay to just cry? Because it seems like a weakness. 

Is it okay if I just stop? Because I no longer know where I'm headed. 

Is it okay to not know who I am? Because I don't. 

Is it okay if I hate life? Because everything seems stupid.

Is it okay if I don't want to continue? Because I don't see a way.

Is it okay if I lock myself in a room? Because life is too much. 

Is it okay if I get lost? Because I don't think I want to be found.

Is it okay to doubt my choices? Because I think I made a wrong one.

Is it okay to scold myself for asking all this? Because I don't like it.