She looks into the mirror
She heaves a broken sigh
She runs another mile
She tells another lie
She knows she must be thinner
She tries and tries and tries
Each night she curls into a ball
Pinching both her thighs
There is no limit to the pain
Her reflection still makes her cry
She prays to find a blade
And the courage to push down and die
I always thought I was a strong, kind and confident girl who everyone relayed on and came to for help. I was a good friend. But whenever I did something kind, I never got anything in return. Society ruined me. I wanted to put my life on track again but it didn’t seem to work out. People made me nervous. They said words they never thought that I’d over think off at night.
I cry a lot and it’s pretty weird how I fake smile everyday and I pass through the day then, I remember everything at night.
I used to tell people they are strong and life goes […]
i can’t share my story, it’s too hard. i can’t let go of old memories that happened in my life. whenever i ask mum for help she tells me that i’ll eventually move on with life or something i do not cut or hurt myself so that’s why i want a fast way to commit suicide because how awkward would it be jump off a cliff or something and not die.. thanks, your help would mean a lot
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