Just smile, just smile.
Smile your pain away, smile your pain away.
Just smile, just smile.
Like everything is ok.
When it’s not.

They tell me to smile,
When I’m broken,
They tell me to cheer up,
Without my pills for depression.

They say why the long face?
But aren’t willing to hear me when I say I’m not doing ok.
They say life is marathon.
But I never registered for no race.

It’s hard for me to explain.
It’s like every time I fake a smile.
I feel like crying because I know it’s a farce.
And I’ve tried hiding, but that pushes me closer to the end of my rope.
And I feel like jumping, because a part of me has lost hope.
And I know you don’t want to hear it.
At least until it’s to late to listen.
Which will make you wonder if you could’ve done more to stop it.

I tried for too long to push down these emotions.
Because society says having feelings isn’t very manly.
That I should be a tin man with no heart.
A scarecrow without brains.
And a lion with no courage to speak up.
And it’s not enough to just go home.
And believe everything is all good.
When it’s not.

If only we could talk,
If only we could have these conversations.
Maybe my mental health would start to become more stable.
If only we could talk,
If only we could be honest for once.
Maybe suicide wouldn’t be as a big of an issue today.
If only when we ask someone how they are doing.
We can reply that we are not doing ok.
And there won’t be judgement or fumbling to change the topic.
Because if we never address the problem, how can we ever expect it to go away.
If only we could love and encourage others who are struggling.
Then maybe people will start to see a light at the end of the tunnel again.

Just smile, just smile.
Smile your pain away, smile your pain away.
Just smile, just smile.
Like everything is ok.
When it’s not.