I lied to you. For months. Every time you asked...

I lied to you. For months. Every time you asked if I was okay. I said I was fine. But I wasn't. I was drowning and too proud to admit it. You would have helped. You always did. But I pushed you away instead. Now you're gone and I'm left with this guilt. Wishing I had been honest. I'm sorry for not letting you in. For not trusting you with my pain.