"How have you been?"
You asked me emptily out of habit.
To tell you the truth?
Let me think.
To tell you the truth, I stopped eating three months ago,
          But you wouldn't notice that.
To tell you the truth, I'm having an affair with my manager,
          But you wouldn't care about that.
To tell you the truth, I've been depressed and suicidal since you left me,
          But you wouldn't want to know that.
To tell you the truth, I have empty liquor bottles laced through my apartment,
          But you already know that.
To tell you the truth, I've developed a stutter from my antisocial anxiety disorder,
          But you could hear that.
To tell you the truth, I've reopened those scars on my arm from when I was ten,
          But you could see that.
To tell you the truth, I'm still in love with you,
          But you couldn't handle that.
So I just said
Good
And avoided eye contact to avoid the chance you'll see past
My lie.