I'm going to pretend I'm okay,
But I'm not.
I try to cleanse myself of the pain,
But there's more tears from my eyes than droplets from the shower head.
My friends think I should go out more.
Sure, I'll go to a party,
"Party" being my jumbled emotions throwing an extravaganza in my head.
Hell, I'm always at THAT party.
You'll never feel the pain I feel now,
Even now that you realize what you did.
You may as well have took every moment you made me feel special, and threw them into a trash can, then lit it up in flames.
I'm going to pretend I'm okay,
But I'm not.