T/W: mentions of blood

Pretending that I'm okay
Is the best option.
Because these ghosts in my head
Want to let out my emotions.
They want to cry,
They want to scream.
And keeping them inside
Becomes unreal.

Tears roll down when nobody sees,
While I bite my lips to blood.
And I try to hide everything I feel,
Try not to drown in this flood.
My heartbeat is getting higher
When someone talks to me.
I'm afraid to burn them with the fire.
I'm scared of who they might meet.
It may not be me. It may not be me.