Every day she says “I’m fine.”
Every day she is afraid and ashamed of disappointing the world and all who she knows
She was sure that if they knew her secrets the end would draw near,
She thought for sure, this was something she could not bear.
Every day she says “I’m fine.”
She’s afraid to admit that this is just how life goes.
All of this just comes to show,
Because of temptation, all her trust and faith would begin to bend and bow.

She one day chose to just shut down
She began to live in her head and it spins round and round

Everyday she stares into the rain
Wondering if all that life gives is pain
Everyday suffering comes like a creeping vine
Yet everyday she says “I’m fine.”

This is a poem nobody can just understand,
To know this poem you’d have to know me, because they go hand and hand.
Each of my poems tell people what’s deep in my soul,
Of all the trust, temptations once stole.

Every day she says “I’m fine.”
Yet she finds herself crying and crying no matter how much she knows she is trying,
She feels that she’s really messed up everything,
Yet at the same time she wishes life could once again be amazing.

Then one day she chose to just shut down,
She started to live in her head and it spins round and round

Everyday suffering comes like a creeping vine
Yet everyday she says “I’m fine.”

She is all torn apart as she looks at her arms,
Tears well up as she looks at her scars, and remembered how much they had helped.
She saw the scars that had used to be wounds that had helped her feel at peace,
She saw the wounds that she had used, to emotionally run away.

Then one day she just shut down, and she shut everyone out,
She started to live in her head and the bad thoughts began to spin round and round.

Every day she stares into the rain
Wondering if all that life gives is pain
Everyday suffering comes like a creeping vine

Yet now she realizes “I’m not fine.”