"Are you okay?" Am I okay? Had I ever been okay? What does okay specifically mean? No. Never! I wanted to scream all my frustrations to each and every person that asks me same question but instead I'll answer "I'm fine" with a weak smile, lies. I wanted some help, for people to notice all the pain behind my smiles, for people to save me. My heart is brokenly whole, my reasons to live are lost, I feel like crying but my tears are left unshed. I'm tired of pretending fine to the people around me. I maybe experiencing a lot of trouble right now, I may be going through an emotional whirlpool, I maybe physically, emotionally, mentally drained and tired but I have to keep going, right? I needed to be fine, because if i wasn't, then what am i? I may not be okay now, but eventually i will be. Because being fine is the only resort that I've got, being contented on who i am, where i am, and who I'm with. Sometimes saying that "I'm fine" isn't really a lie, you're just saving your self from an explanation because no matter how tragic and devastating your story is, they still don't care. There is no one who can help you but yourself.