You told me that you're fine. I knew that you'd lie to me me once, twice or countless time. You told me that you're doing okay. I knew that you're faking it and you'll fake it even better after death.
You told me that you're living a perfect life. I knew that you're life is a mess, let's start on how you look at yourself. You told me that you're happy. I knew that you're crying even when you're asleep.
You told me that you're having a good time. I knew that you're not having it because you just called me last night. You told me that you already moved on. I knew that it's not real because you still stare on your phone everytime a message came hoping it's from him.
No,you're not okay. And it's just okay not to be okay. It's just fine to tell people that you're hurting if you are. It's just okay to cry. It won't make you less of a human. It won't make you look so weak. It won't kill you.
What's not okay is to pretend that everything's paved for you when you're travelling a rocky mountain. What's not okay is when you tell people that you're happy when your tears are falling like a heavy rain. What's not okay is pretending to be okay.
You're not a robot. You are entitled to feel the pain. Don't deprive yourself with that emotion. Don't be too harsh on yourself.
One day, the sun will shine again. And it's just okay to have your gloomy days.
Okay?