Crying all night because I hate everything that I am and everybody says you can talk to them, but nobody ever really gives a ****.

I felt guilty for lying so I confessed to him everything I had done these past days and he said he didn't understand, that he didn't know what to say.

He made me promise I would stop inflicting pain on my skin and I told him I would try and I attempted to give in.

I did not want to hurt him, but these voices in my head, they tell me that I'm not good enough and I can't put them to bed.

I'm realizing now that I'm just left with this ugly, scarred skin and I am scared that he won't love me the same amount or way he always did.

How could he love me, a girl with scars and how could he want me as much as he did before it all got this far.