I'm fine,
Wind wisping wildly whipping my back,
Scarring only my wrists.
But I'm fine,
Wanting attention from mindless people.
I'm fine,
Storm clouds bruing above stricking,
Bolts of lightning down at me.
Yeah, I'm fine,
With my words becoming blades to slay me.
Darkness, depression,
Anxiety, expectation.
And yet, I'm fine.