So what I can't function. So what I'm broken. So what I'm blank. So what. That doesn't mean I need a hug Or a comforting talk Or medicine. Your empty support won't fix me. Its not just a bad day. It's a bad life.
I'm fine. No really, I promise. There's nothing wrong There never has been. You worry too much I'm just having a rough day. Then As my open casket is cried upon My pale, emotionless face Conveys the reasssurance, "I'm fine."