You asked me how I was I said,"I'm fine."But if you looked a little closer you would've noticed the smile doesn't touch my eyes, and I instinctively pulled a bit at my sleeve that hides my scars. If you would've looked again my smile is gone, it left the moment you looked away, my eyes are distant, I'm dying inside. Now that I'm gone you say you regret not being there to save me. If I was still there I would want to tell you that it's okay. I was dead long before, it's just a bit more obvious now.
