I’m (Not) Fine

I sit on my bed alone, 
Watching nothing but my hands folding upwards towards my chest.
My legs crossed towards myself,
As if I’m stuck in a small invisible box.
Staying up so late just thinking.
The voices ringing inside my head, 
“It’s not worth it, go back.”
 “Why are you still here…”
“Stop being so weak…”
“It’s so easy..”
“You’ll never be good enough..”
My hands on my head, trying not to focus on the words.
Stop.. stop..
STOP..
The silence breaking from the sobs,
The tears streaming down my face.
The following morning seeing my friends faces, 
All asking me if I’m okay..
But of course instead of letting it out I keep it in.
I fake a smile, and the following words leave my mouth.
“I’m fine…”