"Are you okay?" Some ask while I fall into shambles Am I okay? I ask myself as I tear my flesh apart "You look so tired..." Some say as they look at me, concerned. "Didn't get much sleep." I try to smile and mumble. It's tiring. So utterly exhausting as my pillow bears more of my tears, Staining it's soft fabric. Drops of salt and water, how I cling To this pillow and wonder Why I'm always alone when I cry. But who knows and who cares.