Tales For The Broken

Fine, is'nt that the best word ever

I'm fine.
I cut but I'm fine.
I'm starving but I'm fine.
I'm higher then the sky but that's fine.
I don't get it.
I don't get my parents.
They told me doing this would hurt my bones. But their not worried about my mental state.
They told me I'll never get a good job. But their not worried bout my brain.
They saw the scares and thought they were from a dog. But they never thought I could have done that.
They won't let my brother and his girlfriend in the same room without a parent watching. But they locked my downstairs with mine.
They tell me I'm wasting money. But there not worried about my lungs.
Maybe I don't need to get them maybe they just need to get me.
Does anyone care?
Maybe I'll start a new. I have enough to money for a while I can get a job.
Maybe I'll ask for help but I'm fine. It's normal to go through a faze like this for a few years. Right?
My heart is already shattered but there's still one pice left hanging from a thread. He did this to me. Why do you chose now to be overdramatic and stop talking to me when I need you most.
It's summer that means more time to do nothing doing nothing means thinking to much about the wrong things. Like ways I could kill myself. How there's a pharmacy down the road. How there's to many knifes in the kitchen. How it's so easy to not eat. How I know exactly where my parents keep the wine. How my life has no point. That I could die and it would have no effect on the world at all.
A/N
Some of this "story" is fake but some is real. Can you guess witch is witch? Maybe this is a lie or not. Love you all! <3