I used to cry out loud, now I don’t make a sound got so good at pretending no one sees me break down I don't want to keep putting on a brave face like this forever, I don't want to keep that fake smile on my lips forever I say I'm okay, I'm fine, every day, but it's getting harder and harder to pretend. I say I'm okay, I'm fine, while I'm slowly falling apart. Does anyone see how tired I am? I've learned to hide it so well, turning my pain into a joke. If I kept it to myself, maybe I wouldn't lose control. Can you tell me? How can you not turn away? How can you stay with me? I don't need you to fix me, just don't turn away. Tell me that you can see me here, Here I'm sinking.