Are you okay?

That queastion
that very simple question.
It can break you down when you feel so strong.
It can bring out the tears you hid so well.
It can crack the smile you learned to fake...
all to perfectly;
make you relive your every mistake.
Cause you to roll down your sleeves,
so that your scars can not be seen.
Am I okay?
Scars on my skin fade.
Scars on my heart grow in dawns early light.
Tears fall in rain.
Screams echo in the dark, dark night.
Truth... well truth is a lie.
Yes, I'm fine.