sweaty palms legs made of wood my mouth agape but no words so i nod yeah, i'm okay twitchy fingers brain made of static my eyes restless blinking wildly i'm alright, i promise clenched toes skin made of steel my heart resting on a bowl of nails i'm fine my ribs are shaking but i'm fine my ears are ringing but i'm fine my bones are breaking but im fine i'm fine (but maybe if you'd ask me one more time...)
why do we insist on being ''alright'' all the time?