I'm not okay.
You ask me everyday
But why?
I don't want to live a lie.
You say I'm too quiet,
but I will never buy it.
This is just you pretending,
pretending you care,
pretending you can feel compassion.
In reality you are merely my assassin.
You act like you care but you don't listen.
You notice I complain less
so you assume I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
I just stopped wasting my breath.