Words

It's funny how you can wake up everyday,
And some days, some days are good,
That's what makes the bad days so much harder.
When you wake up one day and you don't even want to move, it's just too much.
But you do, because you have to.
And you can't put into words why this is,
Or what you are feeling.
That may be the worst part.
Walking around feeling utterly empty,
and no one knows.
And when you finally admit it, that you aren't okay, everyone looks and waits for an explanation.
But that's all you have, three words.
I'm not okay.