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 debilitating health
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
'Coz, 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
'Coz 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.