Are you okay? They ask
I'm not okay.
I'm in pain.
If only one would listen
No, not listen.
See.
People never see me. They don't care.
Everyone has their own problems. I understand.
I can't escape this.
I can't escape the fact I hate myself because I'm like like you. I'm not perfect.
I have no control.
No one will listen.
And there is consequences.
We all have pain. We all choose to numb it.
The girl who cries
The boy that lies.
The ones who drinks
The ones who smokes.
The ones who lives.
The other that dies.
We loose ourselves because all we want is help. But it's not help that can be helped by a prescription or a diagnosis.
You say you understand,but you don't.
You don't know why I cry myself to sleep everything, I don't even know.
I am not okay.
I'm sad.
And I don't know how to be happy.
I try to smile, but I just don't know how. It's Hell. Absolute fucking hell.
I want it to just stop. But it doesn't.
I know that it will get better...it does.
But my heart still burns.
It feels like the world is crumbling.
I just want to breath without being strangled.
So to answer your question. Yes, I'm okay.
But, I lie.
