Everyone keeps asking if I'm okay.The people who I surround myself with are difficult.They don't know that they are the ones causing my pain
Deep down I care but no one cares to look deep enough for the truth. They just look at the outside. Only true friends know.
My life is difficult.

The problems I have are difficult.
I pretend to be OK but deep down I'm not. When it's dark and everyone sleeps. I cry about my difficult life until there's no more tears and my eyes are shut.