I am just fine... not. I am the daughter who is fighting her depression. I am the friend who is trying to show compassion. I am the stranger who is sitting there with a horrendous expression. I am the victim that raves with passion.
I am the child who was molested. I am the person who can't confess it. I am the human that craves death. I am sitting on the devils bed.
So, yeah, you could say I am doing alright, but in reality I'm not. I am just a child, scared and true.