Scars on my hips,
Scars on my thighs,
Eyes full of hurt,
And mouth full of lies..

I look in the mirror,

And I see many things,

Many things,

But not my own self,

I don't know who I am anymore,

And maybe I never will,

Maybe I'm too far gone,

*And passed the point of return.

People told me
       "get over it"
I tried.

People told me
       "get better grades"
I tried.

People told me
       "stop being so quiet"
I tried.

People told me
       "you look tired, get more sleep"
I tried.

People told me
       "just **** yourself already"
I'm trying.

The monsters my parents warned me about, when I was younger weren't under my bed..or in my closet..but they were in my head.

I think I hit the point in life where,
I'm just done.

I cried,
I fought,
I tried,

But everything is crashing down.

My demons are screaming louder.
Trying to eat away the rest of me.

and this time,
I'm not going to fight back.

so..
I guess,
I'm about to get jumped,
But i deserve the beatings i get..