All the madness running through my veins. I could feel the pain pushing it's way down my throat. Only I'm gasping for that short amount of air. I stopped to think on my way home from school, what the fuck is happening to me. I quickly got to my door and simply dropped that anger. Geez! I feel so much happier. I can relax and save that stupid shit for tomorrow. He texted me? He has been so happy, huh? I asked if he was okay, you seem off. He could only respond with the words of pure weakness. Are you okay? He said. I asked first, I said. I'm ok, are you? He replied back to me. I'm okay.. I could only really respond. Stop! He said; I'm confused I said I was fine, don't worry. I said nicely as possible. I know you're not okay, I know you're not; he had responded to me.
