I'm okay

My friends ask me how I am,
Nearly every single day,
But everyday I lie to them
and tell them I’m okay.

I don’t know why I say it
It’s like my natural phrase,
I couldn’t stand telling them
How much I suffer through my days.

I told my family I was fine,
And I was who I used to be,
I only said it so they’d feel good,
Thinking they helped me.

If I just suffer in silence,
it’s like I’m not really sad,
if I only cut secretly,
It won’t be that bad.

Sometimes I talk to photos
because there is no one else.
But when even my photos ignore me
I just talk to myself.

I stand at the mirror
and talk to my reflection
And unlike the rest of the time,
someone actually pays attention.

But it’s all good, I’m just fine
I know what to say,
when my friends say “How are you?”
I’ll tell them I’m okay.