Everyone's always asking are you ok
Are you depressed?
It is natural to say I'm fine
But are we really?
Everyone never reacts to the thought that we might not be ok
In our minds things can be serious, in our minds, everything can be real
The next day we get a note in our locker
It says
”I care about what you are thinking, please tell me what is wrong…”
But the thing was they are the problem
We keep on answering the note they gave us
It might have been a little white lie
In our minds, we kept saying
”It is hard to answer the question what is wrong when nothing's right”
What are we going to do about these feelings, we can't hide them or people will notice
But we don't want to tell anyone or they will think we are crazy
People don’t understand what is happening in our minds
People don’t understand why they are being treated like they are a nothing
People try to act like they understand but do they really understand
Do they really understand the pain we are going through
Do they really know why we snap
Do they really know what we are thinking about
No, they don’t they don’t understand anything
They don’t understand about the world hunger that is happening
They don’t understand about the world hate
They don’t understand the fate that is leading towards them
So the question is “Are you?”
People always ask what are you saying
What are you talking about
Are you going to be the one that helps us
Are you going to be the one there
Are you?