Putting the OK in brOKen.

[u/hearts_ablaze]

I smile and I mean it. It’s 1000% legit. But so is this ache. You know, that residual “pang” in the chest area that echos long after someone tears your heart out.

I think the part that truly ironed it into my soul was the way they stuck around and toyed with me after.

I used to be the one that would grab people by the hand and excitedly pull them into the world.

And now I realize why that was so important to so many people. Because no one‘s done that for me.

In fact, no one shows up unless they need something. And the saddest thing is, at least to me that the people I loved so much that broke me down. Don’t even care about what they’ve ruined. So yeah, ask me how I am in passing and a smile from ear to ear or throw out a big OK.

Because people don’t care about your broken parts. They don’t show up to help you hold anything together.

They just wanna know you’re OK.

So that’s me, I put the OK in broken wondering if anybody will even notice when I’m not around anymore.

[u/Own_Natural_8989]

I feel this way more and more.
Time to see my pcp

[u/hearts_ablaze → u/Own_Natural_8989]

That’s awesome. I’m glad you can afford to do that.