When you feel like dying, would you still be able to smile and say,
"I'm fine!"?
Whenever I'm asked,
"I'm fine" is always my reply,
Though deep inside, I'm screaming -
"Help!"
"Anyone?"
"Please?"
Inside me is a young lady
Feeling that much pain daily
But tells no one about it
And keeps on pretending everything is just fine.
Due to my social anxiety
I can't do much of the things I wanna do,
Always restricted
Always being protected.
To live for me is to struggle,
Struggling hard to keep my heart beating,
To keep on breathing.
Sometimes,
I wonder,
Would it be better to give up
And just let death take over my body
'Cuz, honestly,
I have been so tired of fighting
Tired of struggling hard.
But I don't want anyone to notice
How much pain I'm feeling
'Cuz I don't want to keep them worrying.
So whenever someone asked how do I feel,
I'll just say "I'm fine"
And flash a smile
Reassuring them that I'm really just fine.
