I see your fake smile

Because believe me darling, I know that smile. I know what it feels like to reply, "I'm good."
when someone asks how you are. But not because you're good, because you're just so
used to saying it, that you don't even think about it anymore. You don't even realize the
question that's being asked. Your response is just so rehearsed, that it comes out with no
effort. Just like that beautiful smile, darling. It breaks your heart to lie to those you love. It's
so to tell them everything is perfectly fine. But it's even harder to tell them the truth
You don't want to be in such a vulnerable state. You can't handle that kind of pity. But you
gotta believe me when I tell you, darling, you're not alone. I'm here for you. I understand
that reflection you see every night. The one you don't even recognize anymore. That same
smile you've been wearing for years to fool everyone into thinking you're fine, has
finally fooled you, just for that split second, when you look in the mirror and see that
stranger smiling back at you, you believe it. You actually think you might be happy. But
then, your heart starts to hurt, your body starts to ache, and tears start to flood, and all the
memories come back. You're not okay. You're not happy. You're dying from the inside out,
and nobody bothers to notice. You feel like you're alone and every one has given up on
you. But you have to believe me, you're not alone, darling. I'm here. I'm right here holding
your hand. I'm rubbing your back as you cry on my shoulder. Even if you can't see me, or
hear me, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.