I drag myself throughout the day with a smile plastered on my face but there is always someone who seems to ask the question
\"Are you okay?\"
I reply the same old \"I\'m fine\" with the smile still plastered on my face and continue to go about my business.
The day goes by and at the end of the night I find that \"fine\" isn\'t even close to the description of how I really feel
Recently I\'ve found myself always rummaging through the deep pockets of my mind
Blankly staring at the ceiling, painting pictures with my demons within those deep dark pockets
Naive to the fact that nothing will ever be the same anymore.
Still, I smile through the pain hoping that eventually, it will all get better