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.