It’s not ok

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It’s not ok

"It's ok"
That's what she tells him.
Bruises on her body,
Cuts on her heart.

"Its ok"
She bandaged her cuts well,
with ointments
with care.

"It's ok."
They hugged when he was sober,
He had been drunk,
It wasn't him.

"It's ok."
She reassured her friends she had fallen,
strait down the stairs,
the third time this month.

"It's ok!"
She screamed at the mirror as it begged her,
begged her to look,
look at yourself,

It's not ok.