No, I'm not doing well.
maybe you would notice if my face was covered in blood.
Why can't you tell from the way I stay quite in conversations and distance myself...
Maybe you would notice if you see the scars and bruises beneath my clothing.
Why can't you tell by the way purple underlines my eyes...
Maybe you would notice if each of my bones snapped in half... if my eyes were punched black or if I couldn't walk.
Maybe you would tell that I'm not...