"Are you okay?" That's what you asked, and though you knew the answer. You still asked. And I thought. Then I said. But what I though and what I said were two different things.
No. And that's okay I guess. But I feel broken and needy. Like I depend on everyone. When really all of you depend on me. To stop your pain and hurt. To give you advice. And I can't handle it anymore. But it's okay to be broken. And I want help.
"Yeah. For once in my life I feel fine." I smiled. A fake one. But you didn't notice.
"Okay." You fired to walk away and I wanted to tell you so bad that I was drowning in my own thoughts. But you couldn't hear me. Because I never said a word. Or made a sound. I thought you heard me. Because you turned around.
"You sure?" No I'm not sure. Please come save me. Please come help.
"Yeah..." I sighed. "Yeah I'm sure." I nodded and you left.
You didn't hear me screaming for help. I'm sure my eyes told you. Right? Didn't you see me drowning?