Do you understand how much it breaks my heart lying to you.
I don't mean It,
But I don't want you to worry.
Yes, I'm okay.
Yes, I'm sure.
No, I don't need to talk.
All lies.
I'm sorry.
I'm getting bad again and my mental health is affecting my physical health, too.
I feel physically sick, everyday.
Because of anxiety.
I feel, otherwise, numb.
See, I don't know the cause of that,
but I'm guessing it's from the lack of emotion I've been feeling.
I'll get better.
You understand that don't you?
No, I'm not okay.
Yes, I'm sure.
Yes, I need to talk.
To a professional that is.
But for everyone else, just give me space.
I can't deal with the constant shadow of a person behind me,
I have eyes on me already.
I just need space to think.
To get better.
Understand that and give me the space I need,
Before something bad happens.
