You look dead.

"You look dead. Start wearing your eyeliner again."
People are right. I need to look slightly presentable. Letting your rotten thoughts decay your soul and skin is cowardice.
"WHY do you look so dead these days?"
"But I AM wearing makeup."
No, darling. It's not the makeup, it's you.
.
"You alright?" 11 people. Same question. 8 hours. 
Yes.
Again.
"WHY does everyone keep saying that?" "Do I not look okay?" 
Smile. "No."
"Why is everyone asking that then?"
"I said no."
"I..don't?"
Shakes his head.
I know.
Enough people have testified it, for me to finally believe that I am not okay. But have I ever been? Isn't this how I always am? Stupid us. We know what we see but fail to grasp what actually is there. I do not remember the time when I did not feel this way. As soon as you let your eyes wander off into blank space and zone out or sigh at no particular time, people think all hell is breaking loose. It's not. It's me. Always. This is how I am. Some days, you'd see me smiling and would probably wonder why she's so happy, others you'd feel my grief creep up on your skin. But remember that my reality is irrelevant of what you see. I am not okay. And as much as it hurts, it is okay, not to be okay.