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