One Day I Wasn’t Fine With Okay

One day I opened my mouth
to voice either of
my overused answers
when inquiries are
made to my well being
I’m okay
or
I’m fine
but what took their
place
in the most desperate tone
I’ve ever heard come from
me was
Help me
and that one day
has led me to all of
these days I don’t
think I would’ve been here
to see

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