i woke up again today,
though i wish i had not,
because i just have to struggle,
lay here and rot.

it’s what i’ve been doing
for the past couple weeks,
but when someone asks, how are you?
i silently freak.

i can’t let them know,
i have to say i’m fine,
while on the inside i’m fading —
i lost my shine.

it left a long time ago,
i just never saw,
until all my worst fears came to life
and i started to withdraw.


so now i lie in bed,
waiting for someone to ask,
hey, how are you?
before i put on my mask.