Okay

They lay her down to rest today,
Her friends cry and shake and break down.
I stand still saying "it'll be okay."
They swim in enough tears and snot to drown.

I haven't cried and it's been so long.
Her friends look at me with open disgust.
I chant "it'll be okay" like it's a song,
Her friends look like it's my head they want to bust.

I still remember her smile and her face,
And I have yet to cry for her.
Six feet under is not her place,
Soiled in a billion colors.

Years are passing and I'm still saying,
Her friends are crying they aren't moving on.
"It'll be okay," I scream, "it'll be okay."
My face still dry because something like "strong".

I don't know her friends anymore,
I still visit her grave when I can.
"It'll be okay," I say like I'm not at war.
And I can't cry for because I've be banned.

Her friends think I never loved her like they did.
I sit at my desk, looking at what I wrote.
Finally breaking into the tears her friends have forbid.
I'm sorry you found only my suicide note,

The only thing written "it'll be okay."
Because that's all I wanted someone to say.