I'm fine. I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok.
I have a roof over I'm head. I have food to eat. I have clean clothes to wear. I have water to drink and water to bath in. I have family and friends that loves me. I'm healthy. I consider myself beautiful and blessed.
I'm fine, I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok.
There were times in my life that I went through life without. So I appreciate everything that I have.
So I'm fine, I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok.
How are you?
I'm fine, I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok.
I live in a world where I'm the fixer. Everyone comes to me when trouble arises. Going through a break up, they come to me. Problems at work, they come to me. Baby daddy drama, they come to me. Feeling sad, mad, angry, hurt, wounded or sick, they come to me.
I can make you laugh, maybe help you view your problems or issues from a different perspective. Help you find answers when you thought there was none.
And yet when it's my turn to break down I have no one to care for me. Scratch that it's a lie. I have people but there's no one I want to run to, to take care of me.
So when I'm asked how are you? My answer are usually -
I'm fine, I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok.
When I'm not, no one ever truly knows how deeply because my tears seems to only flow behind close doors.
How horrible it is to have many things and have loved ones but still feel so alone.
Behind close doors is where all my hurt lives.
And I wonder for every I'm fine, I'm good, I'm well, I'm ok that I hear from other's, how many people truly are just that.
Because honestly I know I'm not the only one who feel this way.
So until I trust someone enough to show my tears. I guess I'll continue to be fine, good, well and ok.
Sincerely A