"I'm fine." I smile as I reply,
But really on the inside I am screaming, what a liar.
I'm so unhappy I can barely breathe
I numbly live my life, I can't feel anything.
At night I used to lie in bed crying now I just lay there feeling numb.
What is pain?
They are roses, I'm a shattered glass.
I'm getting worse and no one can tell.

I'm jugdged by every single thing I do,
I have enough to deal with as it is. Can't you leave me alone?
I feel empty, out of breathe, emotionless, a heavy pain in my chest.
What's wrong with me?
I'm fine. No, actually I'm not.
You can't see what's happening,
I'm falling apart.
They are roses, I'm a shattered glass.
I'm getting worse and you're not here.