Im NOT Okay

You can wonder how i live managing to breathe without you having to ask me to, and maybe its simply that i learned, or maybe its much more simple than that, I'm tired of falling.You still ask if things are okay, like they ever were.The worlds that separate us still loom, watching over , making sure we make no mistake of diving head first again.Maybe id like to make another mistake, maybe i just want to listen to one thing, and it sure as hell isn't reasoning.i simply wanted you to know, that I'm still here, and that I'm not okay (i promise) and i will never be, even if you return. Somethings are simply permanent.