When you ask me what's wrong
I always say I'm fine.
The one lie
I say all the time.
When you ask me to explain
I say there's no need
because I don't feel any pain.
And I always feel ashamed.
Then you say "Okay, cool."
And you walk away.
As soon as you're gone
I lose every ounce of feeling,
Emotion, and inner song.
When you ask me about my day,
I always lie, and say it was perfectly okay.
When you ask me why I'm alone, I say it's my comfort zone.
But I really mean, "please don't go."
When you ask me why my eyes are red, I shrug.
I don't sleep anymore, but I blame it on the bed.
Day after day, you ask me these things.
Isn't the answer plain?
I never was and never will be okay.
My heart is shattered and split into many pieces.
My mind is gone and lost in thesis.
My body no longer feels as if it is mine.
But I will still say, "Thanks, I'm fine."
Why do I lie? You ask.
Because no one would believe the sad truth.
Since I can remember, It's always been true.
I'm broken. I'm lost. And I'm hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
