I dont know what to say anymore
I dont know how to respond
I dont know why im even here anymore
They always ask why havent you given up yet
I dont know
I believe it might get better
I hope it wont get worse
Im trying to keep myself from ending it all
We all know i wont
Im the happy friend
The therapist friend
The one hiding it all behind a smile
I cant get rid of the smile
Because if i do they’ll figure it out
They discover im not alright they’ll realize
I don’t think im ready for that
So the smile will never fade
Ill be happy
Or at least seem happy
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC
I dont know what to say anymore
I dont know how to respond
I dont know why im even here anymore
They always ask why havent you given up yet
I dont know
I believe it might get better
I hope it wont get worse
Im trying to keep myself from ending it all
We all know i wont
Im the happy friend
The therapist friend
The one hiding it all behind a smile
I cant get rid of the smile
Because if i do they’ll figure it out
They discover im not alright they’ll realize
I don’t think im ready for that
So the smile will never fade
Ill be happy
Or at least seem happy
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