The lonely mile.
Please don’t ask if I’m okay, the answer’s probably no.
And if you ask me what I need, the answer is, I don’t know.
But please don’t turn your back or look the other way;
to me, that feels more frightening when I’ve got nothing to say.
Instead, reach gently for my hand and help me simply breathe.
Right now, the room feels smaller, and breath is all I need.
It’s hard to find the words when your world is crashing down,
but please just try to be there—even when I’m not around.
I know the dark will turn to light; it might just take a while.
And till then, I just need time and space as I walk this lonely mile.
So please don’t ask if I’m okay, the answer might still be no,
but please just stay a little longer; the light’s not far, I know.