I'm not okay.

I haven't been okay for a very long time.

I can barely remember feeling like everything was alright. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm losing the real me. I'm becoming the very mask I hide behind. I'm losing control of the thoughts that were ounce fake.

This is not me. This was not me.

I used to be someone worth the time to talk to.

But that was before the accident.

Before I became the mess I am.

Before I was broken.