I'm Fine

“I’m fine.” The biggest and most common lie ever used in this world.

 

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“I’m fine” she says as she stays up every night crying non-stop tears while her brain throbs against her skull. She tears at her hair, biting her tongue so the shattering sound of her scream will not make a peep.

 

“I’m fine” he says as he walks the halls of his school, a ghost to the seeing eye. He watches people pass by with a glazed look, dead on the inside.

 

“I’m fine” they say as they go through everyday wanting… wishing they could die. They go through everyday with the blood from the cuts upon their thighs seeping beneath their jeans or the cloth that hides the numbing pain from the visible eye.

 

I’m fine.

 

Millions of people say “I’m fine” to hide the darkest secrets that cloud their mind. To hide the pain that continuously tortures them within their own head. “I’m fine” is a cover-up for all the times that their body crumbled going still making them fall down. “I’m fine” is what they say when they are so numb with pain they can’t think straight. When their head never shuts up.

 

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

 

“I’m fine” is a cry for help when you are just so tired and you can’t hold yourself up anymore. You’re yearning for that support but you are too stubborn to ask for help. “I’m fine” are just better words to tell people that you’re done.

 

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

 

“I’m fine” because those are the words we’re used to saying when someone asks ‘how are you?’ We will scream and scream and scream until it feels like sandpaper rubbing against the inside walls of our throats but not a sound will be made.

 

I’m fine.

 

“I’m fine” she says as she looks at herself in the mirror tugging at her clothes and twisting at her hair knowing that, that day will be dreadful once again. She wears makeup but her hair flows in front of her face covering her tear stained skin. She feels ugly.

“I’m fine” he says as he sits in his room in front of his desk hitting himself on the head with closed fists because he doesn’t understand any of the homework that was assigned that day. He feels stupid.

 

“I’m fine” they say as they walk the crowded halls of their school being shoved aside by the people who decide to even give the slightest glance in their direction. They get noticed only to be made fun of. They are too weak to fight back. They’re tired.

 

I’m fine.

 

You say “I’m fine” because you are too ashamed to ask for the help you desperately want because whenever you tried opening up to someone they instantly shut you down. A burden to yourself and a burden to the people around you.

 

I’m fine.

 

You say “I’m fine” even when the bottle becomes your best friend at night and the pills become the only stress relief during the day. When you can’t have a coherent conversation because your brain is so messed up between the bottle and the pills.

 

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

 

“I’m fine” she says as she covers the bruises that scatter across her weak body beneath the flimsy cloth of her clothing.

 

I’m fine...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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