Do I look like Fuckin Okay?

I don't know and just don't get it, hey those who ask me or her or him or others "Are you doing okay?" "Does it hurt?" "Are you fine?" with those pussy or sometimes fussy or whatsoeverissy eye, DO I LOOK LIKE AM DOING OKAY? 

Well though, I do ask peeps too sometimes, oops, I mean maaany times.

Then I just wondered, Do I even ask to myself? "Am I Doing Okay?" "Hey Self, Are you fine?" 

Then I just wondered again, How can I supposed to ask when I obviously know what the answer really is, for me or for you or for us either that question is probably a retorical question.

We never really are okay, am I right?

There's always that one scar that refuse to healed.

There's always that phobia that denying to be erased.

There's alwaya that "sweet" memories that actually is never end up sweet at all.

then me, got banged. Okay were never exist at all.

Ad.