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How do you REALLY feel?
The smile was never genuine 
 The laughter never real
 But still no one stopped to ask
 Hey, how do you really feel?
 
 My best friend liked someone better
 And slowly drifted away
 She never stopped to ask
 How I really felt that day.
 
 Tears scribbled down my face
 With so many people close by
 But only two heard me 
 And comforted me while I cried
 
 Other people surrounded me 
 But not one stopped to say
 Hey you look sad 
 How do you feel today?
 
 I had a sad story 
 That I’d only told to one
 A story that haunted me at night
 And during the day was never gone
 
 About my dad and sister
 Whose lives were cut too short
 About my kidnapped brother
 Whose heart was fatally hurt
 
 About me, stuck in the middle 
 Of all the hurt and pain
 But still no one bothered to ask 
 How I really felt that day
 
 It started with a forgotten lunch
 But quickly it turned to more
 My friends inquired but did not press 
 What was going on
 
 They caught me in the bathroom 
 Throwing up one day
 They asked me what was wrong ?
 And how I really felt that day
 
 They seemed to be concerned
 They seemed to be there
 But deep inside I knew 
 I was just the topic of their questionnaire
 
 Soon I was forgotten
 My story no longer the flame
 They moved on in a flash
 And never were the same
 
 I ran into my safe zone 
 And did my normal routine
 I walked out with a fake smile
 And tears that were unseen
 
 My only solution was obvious
 But you may not understand
 What it was I was going through
 The weight I carried in my hand
 
 I went to the last stall of the bathroom
 And looked out onto the years
 I searched, but could not find
 Something to slow the flow of my tears
 
 I opened the window quickly
 And jabbed at the screen with a pen
 Suddenly death didn’t look so bad
 And suicide was no longer a sin
 
 I looked down below me 
 And I knew it was time 
 I thought of what lay ahead
 And my mind drifted back to the time…
 
 To the time when I was alright
 To the time when I was okay
 To the time when someone asked me
 How I really felt that day
 
 To the time when I was never lonely
 To the time when I was never scared
 To the time when my friends
 Actually acted like they cared
 
 I did what I had to do quickly
 This poem my only goodbye
 My only regret is I had no one
 To hug before I died 
 
 This poem is a reminder
 To every one who knew me.
 To everyone who couldn’t see through
 The fake smile and laughs
 
 To everyone who thought I was okay
 And my sadness would pass.
 To everyone who passed me
 And never bothered to say.
 
 Hey, are you crying? 
 How do you feel today?
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