are you okay?

I’m sick of being asked how I am in social situations

or casual conversations.

I’m not going to lightly tell you how I was awake until dawn,

in fact I actually haven’t slept,

or how many pills I stole and have kept.

I’m not going to ‘chat’ about the new cuts that you can’t see,

or how I downed the vodka just so I can breathe.

I’m sick of smiling all day

and also of always saying that I’m okay.

I’m sick of life and I’m sick of crying

and trying.