I sit alone all the time- but with that, I'm fine.
Have you ever noticed the worlds in my head?
The people that bleed just as red?
You don't believe in those 'illnesses'
because all you see in me...is the little girl I used to be.
The one hidden under a cold demeanor and a pair of duck-taped glasses.
Now that the little girl has grown up, inflicting wounds upon her mind-
These days, she doesn't seem to be 'fine' or even 'okay.'
All she knows is that God is going to be the one counting her days.
