You ask if i'm okay
I'm just tired i say
Yes im tired
Tired of feeling useless
Tired of crying myself to sleep
Tired of smiling when I don't want to
You ask how i'm doing
I'm good I tell you
Yes i'm good i guess
Good at lying
Good at hiding the scars that line my hips
Good at laughing when i'm supposed to
You ask what i did this week
Nothing much i reply
Well nothing i'm going to tell you
Not that i emptied another bottle
Not that i haven't eaten in two days
Not that i'm spending my nights elsewhere
I try to tell you
I send you quotes about cutting
I send you music about faking happiness
But you don't' understand
You can't
"Why didn't you tell me" You scream
But i can't hear you
Scream all you want
Beat the walls till your hands are bloody
I won't know
I was falling and you didn't save me
Now i'm gone
