"Are you okay?"

They always say.

"I'm fine." I reply.

But you know, I lie.


I lie that I'm glad.

I lie that I'm not sad.

They never know what's inside.

They never know what I hide.


I lie and say that I'm filled with joy.

I lie and say my demon isn't trying to destroy.

I lie about a lot of things.

And you know, false happiness it brings

It may not seem like it at all.

Not the type to be alone and brawl.

But I am. I'm exactly that person.

Thy type that feels like a burden.


Burden to every single friend of mine.

Burden to those who ask if I'm fine.

I feel like a complete waste of space.

No way I was meant for this place.


It's terrible, really, it does ****.

This life is draining. I'm out of luck.

I'm a burden to everyone.

I'm sure they'd rather see me gone.


So I'll do that. I'll disappear.

Somewhere far away from here.

Why mourn day after day,

if the pain will never go away.

Why hold on to something that's gone?

Why can't they just move on.


Let go of all the things you had.

If you did that, I'd be glad.

So don't stay inside and cry.

You need to learn how to say goodbye.


Think of others who care.

They are happy and have plenty to spare.

Forget me. I have never mattered.

No one wants their hearts to be shattered.


So learn how to let go.

It's pretty simple you know.

You're on your own, nowhere to go.

Where to run, you just don’t know.

Scared, crying and lying to yourself.

Leaving all you love on the shelf.


You’ll be okay, I swear.

Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.

Just call out when you can’t stand.

I’ll be there to hold you hand.


You’ll never be alone.

You can make this world your own.