You ask me
"How are you?"
Do you really want to know?
That I always cry all day
That I'm depressed and I'm really not ok
That I use self harm as a getaway from reality
That I seek to drugs to get rid of the pain
That I often find myself thinking of suicide in everyway
That I hate everything about me
That I sit in a dark room and cry myself to sleep
That I think I may be going insane
That people think I'm crazy
That my mind is all hazy
That the ones I thought loved me, beat me
That I never tell anyone how I feel
That I can't tell what's fake and what's real
That I don't even trust myself anymore
That I'm scared and afraid and I ask for help but no one comes
So my last resort
Is to pray
I didn't think you wanted to know all that
So I reply
"I'm ok"

Váhy