I wonder if anyone will ever notice the emptiness behind my eyes, the sadness that clings to my heart like a heavy fog. The repetition of my reassurances feels like a hollow echo and I find myself repeating the same words, a mantra that echoes in the hollow chambers of my heart:
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.

Each time I utter these phrases, I hope to convince not only those around me but also myself. Yet, deep down, I know that the cheerful facade I present is merely a fragile shield, a mask that hides the turmoil swirling beneath the surface. The question hangs heavy in the air, a noose tightening around my thoughts: will I ever be okay, or am I destined to wander this desolate realm, as a ghost, lost to my sadness.
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