Fine Fine

Ranting in poem form.

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...