I hate lying to them
But I don't want them to see how the kiss of a knife touches my arm every night
Or how my own mind is killing me
Or how my hope has faded
Or how the darkness took me
Because when they ask if I'm ok
I lie
And say
I'm fine
When I'm really not alright
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