Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I'm not better. I still think how I used to. I think about it every day. I promise you I won't cut, but babe, I still do. My friends think I've stopped "being crazy" a long time ago. My parents think I'm fine, I am not fine. I am not okay. I thought I had a disorder, I asked my mom, she laughed and said I acted fine. I was fine.

I'm not okay, and soon enough, it'll overwhelm me more then it is now. And I'm shaking from the fear of that happening.