I am fine
I just wish I could slit my wrists and be done
No big deal
I am fine
I just cry myself to sleep every night
No big deal
I am fine
I just have learned to hate my reflection
No big deal
I am fine
I just am covered in cuts, burns, bruises, scars
No big deal
I am fine
I just fear people coming up to me, to speak
No big deal
I am fine
I am fine
I am fine
I
Am
Fine.....
No...
I
Am
Not
Help
It
Is
All
A
Lie.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
