"I'm fine." She typed as blood dripped down her wrists.
She puts her arms around her friend, but not for them, for herself.
She smiled big and bright, while inside she was crying and waiting for it to end.
She doesn't know what she's waiting for, and she doesn't want to anymore.
She'll do anything for somebody to make them smile, but nobody can help her.
She doesn't want anybody to know that she's suffering, but she can't take it anymore.
She hides in her room because she's afraid to be seen.
And she is me, and this is who I am.