sometimes you smile and laugh
and act like everything's fine
because you can't face the truth
and although you haven't talked to anyone outside of school since tuesday
and you've been going to bed at 8:30
and you're too tired to do your favorite things
and you have lines running up and down your wrist
you're doing great
perfectly okay
better than ever
because lying to yourself is easier than facing the truth
and lying to others is easier than facing their disappointment
that you're getting bad again
