You pretend to be okay,
you act as your usual self
yet you just break down, when you're all alone.
All the people with blank faces try to help,
But how could they not understand your pain?
They pretend to comfort you as if they know what your going through
Inside you want to just scream,
that you're not okay
that no one will ever understand
that it will never be okay, ever again.
How can they not notice,
that the things you once loved, are now gone.
