He Noticed

Today, a man asked me:

"How are you?"

instead of replying:

"Good"

like I always tend to lie, 

I answered with the truth:

"I don't know."

He asked me:

"Are you depressed?"

No one has seemed to notice.

I am slowly losing myself,

collapsing and breaking

into a million pieces of glass

except no one acknowledges,

my internal bleeding

or the scars that I hide

beneath the sleeves of my fabric.

I wanted to breakdown

and cry into that stranger's arms

but I could not. 

He noticed.