it's fine,
i'm fine,
really,
after everything,
i am fine.

after the fights,
and the lonely nights,

after looking at my scars,
and looking to the stars,

after seeing the blood,
and playing in the mud,

after breaking the mirror,
and still nothing seems clearer,

after hating myself,
and breaking the shelf,

after cutting my skin,
and wanting to be thin,

after all the starving,
and the harming,

after all the pain,
and no gain,

it's fine,
i am fine,
really,
after everything,
i am fine,
i promise.

she hides
her tears
in the
rain.

she walks
around with
her heart
on her
sleeve.

she talks
about all
the things
everyone else
is too
afraid to
mention.

she thinks
about way
too many
things but
can still
force a
smile.

she knows
that in
order to
be loved,
you gotta
love yourself
first.

And that's
what she
is trying
to do.

break my heart,
it's not like it would be painful,

make me cry,
it's not like i am stronger enough not to,

walk away,
it's not like i need you,

hit me,
it's not like i could feel it anyway,

bruise me,
it's not like anyone is going to see,

hate me,
it's not like i loved you anyway.