Everyone asked me if I was fine,
But no one actually seemed to care if I was not.
It's difficult not to let the tears come out,
Not let anyone see them.
Not let anyone know the cuts you've made and the number of times you've tried to give up on life.
I know it's difficult,
But I've done it for so many times now that I've mastered it.
Yet I felt that you were different.
Because when you asked me if I was fine,
I was about to fake that bloody "Yes I am fine"
When I felt something...
Something that was soothing me,
Something like you actually cared.
And I couldn't see the words "I am not fine" spilling out of my shitty mouth.
I couldn't stop the tears rolling out my ugly eyes.
I still remember how my tears felt like acid rolling down my cheeks.
I still remember you were the only one who told me that crying doesn't make me weak.
You were the only one who told me to cry...
Cry until I felt like there were no more tears left.
And you were right...
I had been holding it on for so long now that it had started consuming me,
And I had almost lost my will to live.
You have no idea about how you have changed my life
Or rather given me a life,
Because if you hadn't asked me if I was fine that day,
Then probably those would have been my last days....
