You tell me you're fine,
But see that's where there's a line.
You can say you're good,
But then you would be misunderstood.
You can yell at me to leave you alone,
But I know you're not accident prone.
You cry at night,
But you say you're alright.
You lie to others and even you,
That your not trying to make your life through.
You cut yourself on the hips,
And when you see bleach you take sips.
Secretly I know you're not fine.
Just admit it, you don't need to cross that line.
You don't need to die.....
-Clove
