there's the ones who ask and the ones who don't ask but they would if they could stop staring
and you're heart stops and you stutter and no matter how long you practiced excuses you lose your words and they offer something "a burn?" you cling to it like a rope.
no one wants to hear what really happened how depression wasn't an excess sadness but a . .void. . of everything;- oh! how you resented each breathe and you don't regret it. but you wish you did. they don't want to hear about how you feel better and how it's easy to wake up now.
they ask and they don't really want to know at all. so you lie.