The Sad Thøughts øf a "Happy" Girl

Am I Okay?

Tell me I'll be ok.
Tell me I'll make it through the the day, because nowadays I can tell when
I'm lying to myself
and it's getting to my head.
I'm telling myself I should be dead.
Yet here I stand walking down the halls filled with anxiety to the brim.
The voices say
" someone knows, someone knows the secrets that the people at home don't even know."
And I can help but think they're true and that why I'd rather tell all of you. complete strangers that have a better feel of what I'm going through.