I'm fine.
I'm always fine.
As I break apart bit by bit. Little by little. As my mind turns against me and my heart aches. Even as I wonder what it would be like to fall into that infinite void at the end of my life once more.
I push away those I'm closest to. I forget what normal is to me because I spend so much time pretending to be someone else.
Bit by bit, I forget who I am. Little by little, my reality splinters and cracks.
Most of the time I chose to hide behind a mask and pretend that nothing has an effect on me. But there are those select times that I wish just someone. Anyone would notice that who I am—Everything I am is losing breath.
Even in those moments when I wish I could say something; when someone asks what I feel, I reply,
I'm fine.
I lied.