“Its okay.”
“Youre doing well.”
“I know youre trying.”
“I may not know whatever thats going through your mind but youll overcome it someday.”
“Im always supporting you in whatever you do.”
Like I’m here,
but I’m not.
Like someone cares.
But they don’t.
Like I belong somewhere else,
anywhere but here,
and escape lies
just past that snowy window,
cool and crisp
as the February air.