Why do some people ask if you’re ok Then turn on their heels when you say you’re not great It makes you feel like it’s all in your head Or that they really don’t care, they’re not really friends So mostly I lie & say everything’s fine But the turmoil is real that boils in my mind The weight of the burden I constantly hide Crushes and withers the woman inside But I still carry on, though sometimes it’s hard Because the remnants of me, still beat in my heart So, I’ll try to walk tall, won’t curl up and die The instinct is strong, to live, to survive!