“I can’t remember who was wrong..”

Did my innocence ever exist? Who knows, and nobody cares. I’ve been fucked up for so long. It mattered once,
When I was a teenager, prople worried
Wondered why I was constantly bleeding.
But my mom just saw the most recent marks of self-hate I’ve made. And she didn’t care. She pointed and said, “stop it.” Okay, sure, I’ll get right on that. If nobody else cares, if nobody else is worried, why should I be?
I’ve been keeping a great weight losing regimen of not eating, excersicing, then puking myself thin.
It doesn’t matter, my heart’s still beating. Idon’t need love, I hate myself too much to accept anybodies compliments. Just let me die! I shoud this, and they do. They will.
I am…
Losing pounds, adding scras.
Losing respect, adding empty space,
Breaking things, drinking
Myself silly.
I no longer exist.
I ‘ve become a sad,
Selfish, sack of
Depression. Without that
I don’t exist.

Alone, on my own, I am NOTHING.