Tracks
The pretty lies I tell daily
“I’m fine.”
I’m not fine. Please help me.
“I’m just tired.”
I can’t take this anymore.
“I already ate.”
I starve myself.
“Go away.”
Show me your care enough to stay.
“I’m just cold.”
I don’t want you to see my scars.
“I’m better, I promise”
I’ve never been this bad.
“I’m okay.”
I just want to die.
