When you ask me if I’m okay I say,

“yes” or “I’m fine” but the truth is

I lied.

I told you I was fine because you didn’t need to worry.

When you ask about the scars on my wrist I say,

“It was my cat” but the truth is

I lied.

I don’t even have a cat because my dad is allergic.

You ask me so many questions and I have been lying.

Guess what…

I lied.

Sometimes I really am okay,

And I truly am just tired and I actually do have a headache.

So please will you stop asking me if

I’m okay