sick at heart.

sometimes people think you're okay.

because you smiled once that day.

because you were braver today.

but you were not okay.

sometimes i don't even need to smile.

i can be sad with a huge frown.

people won't notice i'm sad.

people won't notice i'm down.

i'll come back home and i'll cry.

maybe i'll tell someone but i know i'll regret it.

people don't care when i cry.

if they did, they would have said it.

"but how do you know that's true?"

because i haven't stopped crying today.

and if the person who cared was you.

you wouldn't have faded away.