Everyone keeps asking me if I am okay
What the hell do they want me to say?
“Yes..” No I am not okay. Then what will happed
Nothing that’s why I pretend to have a smile in my face
While I am dying inside slowly
But this is not just my life. It is pretty complicated
Because there are problems everyday
Bruises, marks and cuts all over my body
Telling my story with its own marks
If you want to see my real story
Look into my eyes and let them explain
Slowly they will tell you
You will see my pain and the fear I have
I am not afraid of life. Life is afraid of me