Everyday,
I died a little on the inside.

Ultimately, I'm just a pile of sadness on the inside,
wearing a mask on the outside, just to show to people that i'm okay.

Am I really okay?
Am I?

I'm always thinking alot.
But I'm telling no one now.
No one.

I'm still here, always.
Please come and look for me, I'm really really lonely.