Are you alright? DO you feel okay?
The phrases overworn, used too often each day.
What's the matter? Do you feel sad?
All of these questions are driving me mad.
I know they mean well, and are worried 'bout me,
I was fine 'til you asked- just leave me be.
I know that my tears make you concerned,
But that's just me coping- another lesson learnt.
The bruises and cuts are now part of me,
Like the fear i've inside which you can't seem to see.
Won't the depression just stop, can't the pain go away?
I've tried to fight it, but it's determined to stay.
Talking won't help, I can't explain it to you,
So until I find the wordds, you won't havea clue.
If you want to help, and do what you can,
Act normally, forget the tears that once ran.
Finally then, I might be alright,
And seeing your smile, will make my day seem bright.