You always ask me if I’m okay checking up on me helps make my days less grey. You ask like you care even though if I left you wouldn’t ask me to stay so I pretend that I’m okay. For our sake. But you know I’m two faced and you can see through the lies and the pain but sometimes I wish you would just let me go insane instead of checking on me like its your favorite part of the day. I stray away from you in hopes you don’t remember my name because my insides feel like their being set aflame because of the way you simply say my name It comes out of your mouth so prettily yet it sounds like cyanide so I hide behind muted cries and pretty lies.