I'm fine,
I really am.
I still get up,
Brush my hair,
Text back when I can.
I do the things that make it look
Like I'm okay.
I still laugh when someone jokes,
Even if it doesn't reach my chest.
I eat enough,
Sleep enough,
Talk enough.
Just enough,
To not raise concern.
Sometimes,
I stare at the ceiling.
Long after the lights are off.
Wondering how I got so good
At pretending,
That I want to be here.
I don't cry every day now,
Just when no one's around.
That's progress,
Right?
So yeah,
...I'm fine...
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
I'm fine,
I really am.
I still get up,
Brush my hair,
Text back when I can.
I do the things that make it look
Like I'm okay.
I still laugh when someone jokes,
Even if it doesn't reach my chest.
I eat enough,
Sleep enough,
Talk enough.
Just enough,
To not raise concern.
Sometimes,
I stare at the ceiling.
Long after the lights are off.
Wondering how I got so good
At pretending,
That I want to be here.
I don't cry every day now,
Just when no one's around.
That's progress,
Right?
So yeah,
...I'm fine...
I'm fine I swear
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