Someone please tell me it’s going to be ok.
I spend my life telling others
To breathe;
That they’ve got this,
That everything will work out,
That they deserve good things
And I hope they get them

And I try to remember to tell myself the same
But some days
I’m sleep-deprived
And worried about my kid
And it hurts to exist
And the voice in my head tells me that
I am one misstep away
From disaster

Because when
I can’t walk straight,
See, think, talk straight,
And all of my energy and effort are needed
Just to stay awake
And here
It’s hard to say the kind things louder
Than the demon in my head screams the mean ones
And I could use some help.