Do you even know me?

Do you really think
you know me?
Do you really think
you care?

Do you really know
how hard it is
to smile when
life's unfair?

Do you really think
my life is easy?
Do you really think
it's great?

Do you think it's fine
to hate yourself
when your about
to break?

Do you think it's fun
to be dead inside
but act joyful
on the outside?

Do you think it's fun
to be a fake
when inside you're
always dying?

When you spend a day
as me in my life,
with all the self-hatred unfair,
Do you think you still know me?
Have you even started to care?