Status: Well this isn't going to be rainbows and butterflies.

Collide

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

♫♫



This is going to be one big trigger warning since this is dealing with depression, self harm, and eating disorders. Seriously. Don't even read the first chapter if this is going to cause problems.