I'm fine

People ask me if I'm fine, while I'm faking the smile. Saying everything will be fine, as if it was a dime. I rhyme and rhyme, even though I'm trying to smile. it's funny I know, making it look like a joke, even though I never said it was so. Not taking it serious, so mischievous. my cuts on the wrists, are just so easy to not miss. Looking at my blade, then at my fate, what's the point in it anyway? I walk through the halls, while they laughed hard. embarrassing innit? this is the life that I'm dealing with it.