and so i lie again saying everything's fine with a counterfeit smile and eyes begging for a cure a cure to a seemingly incurable disease a disease i like to call loneliness
i don't know how to respond to what's wrong when everything seems like the truest yet most painful answer
teammates, friends, classmates, coaches, teachers. what do they have in common? seemingly nothing, but each of them has asked me whats wrong lately. honestly, i'm not sure what's right.