When all is said and done, we're all fine. Even when we're all withered, broken and dead inside well always be fine. Even when you want to say, "no I'm not fine. I don't even know who I am anymore. I wish I was never born."
But you don't, you can't, instead you smile, say your fine, hope that they see your suffering. But they don't , and you shrivel up even more.
So tell me, what does fine really mean?
