I'm ok

you're not ok. he said,
and his lips denounced his seizure
he's a good friend.
and doesn't whant to lose her.

I'm ok, she said,
as she put her head up,
trying to keep the control,
or to disguise the lack of it...

inside, the words still sounded:
you're with us, but you're not here...
you talk to much, but nothing at all,
you've been silent, but not listening...

I'm ok, she said,
as she put her head up,
trying to keep the control,
or to disguise the lack of it...

all alone...
a tear rolls down her face
'cause sometimes,
the strengh to be ok
hurts to much...
and the pain starts to appear,
even behind a big smile.

I'm ok... I allways say,
as I put my head up.