it will be ok

she finds herself saying "it will be ok"
too many times a day
without realizing it she lets herself feel nothing

this will be ok.

she doesn't let herself feel
she sees emotions
she thinks in emotion
she doesn't feel them

this will pass.
this will be alright.
this will go away.
everything will work out.
everything will fix itself.
everything is changing.

she knows she's fucking up
she knows she makes a fool of herself

she sees the good times and tries to stretch them
until she sees through them for
times that were masked with emotion

nothing was felt nothing changed

she is still the same