She's whispering to herself, words over and over again.
It's okay, I'm okay, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry.
In her head she's going absolutely crazy,
her world is spinning away quickly as her thoughts eat her
away.
She's grasping for a resurrection, she's crying for some
hope.
Wide disappointment, a fear of her failure keeps her from
releasing that toxic smile.
She's confused of her past, she's unsure where to go.
She'll deny she's okay, or that she's not crying
but she keeps whispering...
I'm okay...
It's alright...
I'm fine...
It's only a knife...