Fine Fine *trigger*

[Burning]

Here's a poem I wrote a few week ago. Its all about whatever this is that I'm going through. It could trigger.







Her head hurts

She looks at the scars already there

She doesn't want to hurt herself



But the horrid thoughts she dreads

enter and crush her

"horrible, terrible, no good, stupid..."

She didn't use to think these things



What's happening?

This is who I am now!



I hear screaming and fighting in my head

like a constant war raging inside me

Filling me with hate and death-thoughts...



I'm so tired of this...

I'll be okay, though...



I'm fine

I'm fine



Put my mask back for the world...







-Yes, I hide my true feelings a lot. Only 4 people (including my counselor) know all of this stuff.

[OverDrive]

It's a very good poem; insightful.