They worry if I'm alright, If maybe I'm depressed. Flooding me with love and support, trying to show that they are there.. But I'm fine, I tell them, that they don't have to worry. I'm slowly finding my own way, its just taking a little time....To figure out that I am worth a the fight, that I deserve to be happy.. Without the darkness trying to flood my thoughts and dreams. So I smile and same I'm fine and the hardest part is believing my self..