I am something broken. I was beautiful once, but I lost pieces of myself. Iâ€™m trying to find them but they donâ€™t fit right.Â Do you know what it feels like to look down at yourself and cry because you hate what you see? To feel such loathing towards your own body that you have tried to rip it apart bit by bit?Â Forgive me if Iâ€™m quiet, reserved. Iâ€™ve got so much going on in my head that I canâ€™t see straight. I should stop trying to fit in because really, who would ever love a girl with as many problems as me? Oh my God. Everything hurts. From my fingertips to my knees. The pain comes from the abyss in my chest, the dark abyss that never ends, and it sucks everything up, and I can feel it hurting. It all hurts too much. Everything hurts.