"I'm fine" is a filthy lie.
Honestly, I want to die.
"It's ok" is what I always say
Though I can barely survive the day.
"I'm tired" is a truth filled mess.
I'm tired that I always feel useless.
"I tripped" is so the ground I can blame
The scars on my arm that are filled with my shame.
"It's nothing" is a lie I tell all day long
Even though life is blatantly going all wrong.
"Don't worry" I tell them so they stay far away,
So I won't have to hear all the rumors they spray.
"I'm busy" I say so I can cry myself to sleep
So my friends won't chance seeing me while I weep.
"I'm fine" is a lie to the world I have shown
When the truth is that I feel so alone.
