Believe Me, I'm Okay

A cold morning
A dead afternoon
A silent night
A meaningless life.
Not much to look forward too anymore.
Body in a state
Mind in another world
Feeling depressed
The silence feels the most sacred.
Staring into space
Not moving an inch
Trying to decide if life's worth living.
Explaining this problem to anyone
Will just cause mass confusion
Confusion unexplainable.
Before I leave,
The sound of someone's voice is heard.
The same question then occupies my head.
"Are you okay?"
To really say if I am or not
Is a step that I don't want to take.
So instead, I turn and reply with a smile.
"Believe my, I'm okay"
But saying those words can never cover the feelings inside.
Putting on a fake smile can never cover them
Nothing can.
So, believe me,
I'm NOT okay.

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