Fine is a word with many different definitions.
Fine, is when you're so empty inside you wonder if you could even call it aside,
Fine, is a broken neckless weighed down by broken hearts.
Fine, the feel of forgottenness.
Fine, is when the world puts one more thing on that girl's shoulder, and she knows she just can't bare.
It's funny when most people say fine is just a way of saying nothing interesting is going on.
But everyone knows when the word fine flies from her mouth, it like a butterfly with broken wings.
The girl who stumbles home late from the bar to mask the fine feeling of self-hatred in her soul.
Fine, is a feeling of having one too many thoughts and naturally assuming this guy the same.
He brought her home sat her down, "How are you feeling my dear?
"I'm fine.. she says the light strikes and the tornado turns faster and faster,
The earth rattles with fear of what is next.
Fine, is a mother calling her daughter on her birthday only of find out, she passed out in an empty bar.
Fine, is remembering her friend asking for her to come and she feels bad to say no but remember that fine feeling.
The pain of tomorrow will no longer be felt because truthful that fine feel soon took over.
It buried her deep in thoughts so much to think about, so much to do, So yes when the time came to give an answer she said she was fine.
Because fine was the only thing left to say at her funeral when her friends asked what happened.
She was just fine.
Never good, or okay.
She was fine.
Fine for too long.
Fine until she was gone.