They ask if a tree falls alone
Does it even make a sound of its own
But if a person falls and crumbles
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I feel as though with thorns I'm intertwined
They pierce my heart, my soul, my mind
I cannot get them off alone
But I have no friends to call my own
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Is it okay to not be fine?
Is it acceptable to decline?
Is it alright to tell?
Say, "hey, I'm not doing so well
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I feel peace in the rain
As I trudge to the graves again
You can't tell I'm crying
Because of the water falling
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Some days I wake up in pain
But I'm fine is all that I say
No one bothers to care anymore
And my heart will never soar
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They ask if I'm all right
As tears blur my sight
I'm just tired I reply
They turn away before they see me cry
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