How are you doing?

People always ask me 'how are you doing?',

Well I always say I'm good.

I don't ever tell the truth even though I should.

I can't even find the words to describe how I feel,

How I hide myself in a fantasy and can't face anything that's real,

How I cry myself to sleep at night only to wake up the next day smiling,

How I avoid my negative thoughts only to leave them piling.

People always ask me 'how are you doing?',

well I don't know how to tell them that I want to cut myself everytime I hold a knife,

I don't know how to tell them that my best dreams are the ones in which I end my life.

How do I tell them that I'm losing weight because I've lost my apetite,

How do I tell them that I can't distinguish between what's wrong or right.

People always ask me 'how are you doing?',

Well when I lose control I punch walls till my knuckles start to bleed,

How I don't even know what I want or what I need.

People always ask me 'how are you doing?',

Well I always say I'm good.