Am I okay?

because once when I was sitting alone, pondering things in my mind, a friend came to me and asked “ Are you okay?” and I don’t know why but I couldn’t give an answer.

Am I okay?
because it was only once in my life someone ever asked me if i was okay. I didn’t know what to answer.

Am I okay?
because the anti-depressant tablets inside the bottle sitting in my table haunt me every night telling me I am not.

Am I okay?
because in all of my sleepless nights loneliness comes sitting on my shoulder and creep me up.

Am I okay?
because once those all energetic thoughts now came hammering through my body on to the floor.

Am I okay?
because once my favorite, those crayons and pencils, are now in the rusted steel box constantly craving for my attention.

Am I okay?
because those fretted strings of the guitar that has gone untouched for weeks now play no more.

Am I okay?
because, now, everything clouds my better judgement.

Am I okay?
because I seem to have lost all of my hope. No hope at all. None. Period.

Am I Okay??

I don’t know. You tell me…

Zerone is an undergrad publication at I.O.E, Pulchowk focusing on People (their creative side, their thoughts, their lives) and Technology (the new, the old, everything).

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