And just for you,
I'll cover up my wrists;
just for you,
I'll smile all the time.
For you,
I will pretend,
for you,
I will be okay.
I will not burden
you with that
feeling
of knowing
that I'm not okay.
I will not burden
you with the worry,
I will lie;
I will cover up;
I will laugh
like I always do.
Just for you,
I'll keep breathing.
Just for you,
I'll live.
At least,
the best I can,
that is.
