“Fine”
They have their own problems and I have mine
I always help them and they think that I’m “fine”
But in all honesty I’m out of my mind
Searching for answers that aren’t there to find
And when they ask me these questions I’m always okay
But on the inside I have so much to say
I’m just trying to keep from dying
In a world of crying and not replying
And slowly going insane
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong in my brain
What’s happening to my head
To want to be dead
But even if it ends
I can count on my friends
For always asking me what needs to be asked
And telling me to reveal the feelings I have masked
Cus I’m fine
