"Are you okay?" they ask.
"I'm fine," I respond. I want to die.
A smile on my face, while I'm breaking slowly inside.
"How are you today?" they ask.
"I'm alright," I respond. I don't want to be here.
A laugh from my lips, while I'm crying inside.
Fake smiles, happy lies.
How long until they notice that's all I am?
How long until they realize that I'm just a broken person.
A broken boy who's just dying inside.
Fake smiles, happy lies.
That's all it takes to fool a world into believing you're really okay.
I have no idea what this is. All I know is that I'm having a really bad day today and I'm just feeling really really low, a lot lower than most days, and it's just brought out all these nasty thoughts, and a friend recently gave me the advice to write out your feelings, that that's a good way to get rid of all the negative feelings.