she carries the scars of sleepless nights

She carries the scars of sleepless nights and running streams that flow down her broken smile. She’s utters these words “I’m okay” over and over again, and she falls for her own lie into a broken sleep. She doesn’t know that her voice shakes, breaks when she speaks. She is carrying the pain and pleasure of past lives, with loss and hurt emphasized. Oh sad girl, there will come a night where you will soundly dream again, and your streams will rescue draughts, there will be a day where your smile will rise at dawn with the sun, and when you say “I’m okay”, there will come a time where you will convey it.