Im ok
but im really not,why cant you see my sadness, its pouring out,leaking like a cracked sink
Im fine, i swear
no im not, i try to answer truthfully but instead a lie rips out my mouth barely letting me register
I\'m getting better
Ha, what a sweet sweet lie, i\'m not getting better, im getting worse and there\'s nothing i can do about it, im scared to up my dosage because i don\'t want to be addicted.
a lie, it starts off with a lie, then it becomes something bigger, lying is what fills me, i tell them im fine when in reality i want to die, lying makes me feel something ,gives me a high.