sinking in worry and drowning in lies,
each one coated with a smile and "i'm fine".
the puff in my eyes isn't from crying,
and the moons on my palms aren't from a wish of dying.
the sob in my throat is just a ruse,
my suicide notes are just for muse,
the tears down my cheeks are from a sneeze,
and the look on my face is just from unease.
i'm not depressed or sad or a mess,
so, don't worry, i'm just stressed.
you'll ask me what is wrong, without real care,
like clockwork, i'll say, "i'm fine, i swear".
there i go again, with a pretty little lie,
and little do they know i'm nothing inside.
