I was so scared of being hurt that I eventually hurt myself. With every breath that I had taken it had lead me down a pathway of pain. No one sees the pain that I hide the horror that lies. The sweatshirts the long sleeves. I just wanted an escape. Nothing too harsh nothing too brutal. As I scream make it stop through the arguments through the pain it seems it only gets worse. Hey, when did you lose your happiness? Things are kinda falling apart and I am too.

Maybe if I was thinner maybe life would be much better. I understand that I am not good enough I understand that I will never be. Maybe if I apologize just one more time it will be okay. What if I just left this world? No one will care no one ever cares unless you’re pretty. But I guess that that's just life.