Poems - Let your words breathe

Am I fine or am I not?

I was getting better.
The pain was disappearing,
I was able to breathe.
So, I know that I was healing.

I could answer if people asked me,
„Are you Fine?"
I smiled when I heard those words,
cause I felt like I've reached the silver line.

But now I am not quite sure,
cause feelings are a twisted thing.
They get worse and they get better,
trapped inside the devils ring.

I don't know what to answer anymore
Not with all these thoughts I've got.
Because the day I say I am fine,
somehow turns into the day that I am not.