dreams of pastel petals.

I'm fine

I'm fine
But "I'm fine" doesn't mean I'm okay
It means I'm hurt and that's the only way I can avoid the conversation of letting someone in
Cause my walls are built high, and if you break through im terrified of how you'll react once you see how broken I really am
You'll bust the door down and realize I am more than a little bit of rain
I'm a storm
A clash of lightening and pounding thunders erupt well I, sit in the middle with my hands covering my ears so I don't hear the war.

I am nothing
I am the ocean crashing against the cliff sides as I choke out a few sobs
I am depression creeping into your thoughts
Ruining everything when you finally began thinking it was all okay
I, am not fine.
I am below fine.
I am hurting but I won't tell you cause I don't need you seeing the storm inside my head..