I smile at your question.
You hesitated, then nodded.
But I'm breaking inside.
And the me inside of me
Screaming at you
"I'm breaking"
Why couldn't you see?
Why can't you see me?
But I know.
It's not your fault.
I just didn't let you see.
Can I let you see?
But
Will you leave me if I let you see?
If you run away, please don't run away
I'll never be okay if you run away
Inside I'm grasping, and this way
I'll never be okay either way
So I say
"Actually,
No."