Everyday, someone would notice something wrong,
and would ask her, ‘What is wrong?’
And everyday, she would reply with the same answer,
‘Nothing. I’m fine.’
When what she really wanted, was to say
‘Everything.’
When what she really wanted, was for someone to pull her aside, and say
‘You’re lying. What is wrong?’
After a while, they stopped asking,
but she….
she kept on pretending.
Pretending that everything was fine,
and living up to all her lies.
The lies weren’t bad,
they were just protecting everyone around her.
It wasn’t really MULTIPLE lies.
Just one,
tiny,
little,
insignificant
white lie.
What was the lie?
‘I’m fine.’
She needed help,
she needed love,
she needed someone to notice her lying and say,
‘You’re lying. Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll help you.’
She didn’t want anyone to worry,
but if someone actually cared enough to notice,
that indeed,
she was not fine,
then maybe…..
maybe the end would have been different.
Maybe they wouldn’t have found her on the floor,
with a bottle near her head,
and a note in her hand.
“I’m fine. Honestly.”
