It’s fine...
Don’t know how many times I have used those words
Your lighter is lost... it’s fine
You failed the test... it’s fine
Your Melody is dead...it’s fine
Is it ever really fine?

Tear stained eyes as you look into the phone
Silently hoping things would change
That one sentence you have been waiting to hear,
Yet it finally comes through...
It means totally nothing at all
Yet, it’s still fine

 You keep staring ahead at the blank wall,
Daring them to push through and as they do,
Proclaim you are a weakling because you finally feel.
Throwing yourself over a balcony,
You know it will hurt,
Yet pain is way better than what you feel you say.

What has become of the eyes that sparkled of happiness?
Today they glister with red surroundings and blurry lights
The once lit up face, burning as the hot water trail trickles down those ashy treks.
And they ask, What if things were different...?
“ well, it would be fine,
But i am fine... it’s fine”