tahsina

I’m fine

When they ask ‘How are you?’

I tell them I’m fine

Because I am

Except the few hours of crying and overthinking,

Feeling like a piece of useless crap,

Unworthy of love and happiness,

I’m fine.

I can’t tell them the truth though,

Because no one cares

And no one has the time to listen.

So I just spare them of listening to my sad story

A story that occurs every once in a while.

Here’s another lie,

I never say I’m fine

Because there is no ‘they’

There’s no one really, just me

And that’s fine with me

I’d be ‘fine’ anyways

I have to be.