How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay For you to realize that I’m not, You see a smile on my face everyday When everyday it’s a constant battle in my head But you don’t see what I see Every tear to every thought What would you do? If you could listen to the pace of my heartbeat And fathom the pain that’s constantly consuming my very being But you wouldn’t understand because I’m overreacting , And everything I say or do Makes you see me as a wound But the question is

Whose bleeding ?

But I’m okay, As long as I pretend until I break But I’m okay, As long as it’s my life at stake But I’m okay, Because no matter how much I try to prove myself I’m always being judged; I’m starting to care less about who to love…

Whose bleeding now

Is it you or me? Always disappointed but not surprised to say the least Because when I had it all Everyone laughed, And everyone loved

Where’s your sanity?

“Aren’t you at least going to pretend?” They asked. That’s the best part of being depressed No one really knows you Until death

“But you wouldn’t know because I’m okay.”

-Whitney Henry