…of crying myself to sleep
…of not having anywhere to turn
…of having to pretend to be okay
of having so much pain inside it physically hurts every part of me.
I’m so tired of feeling like this, I wish I could close my eyes and never wake up.
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I’m sick of looking at myself in the mirror. I’m sick of my boyfriend looking at pictures of these perfect girls on his computer while I sit right next to him and soak in my self hatred. I wish I could be better I wish I didn’t have to make excuses for myself, I wish I had the strength to change. but instead I die inside everyday, as I pick myself apart bit by bit… I don’t even worry about the scars anymore, what’s the point. one of these days I’ll build up enough courage to pushthe razor a little deeper, then I’ll never […]