I looked in the mirror this morning, this is what I said to myself,

"Oh god, I look horrible, absolutely terrible! I hate myself, why was I even put on this earth? Was I put here to suffer?"

Thats what it seems like.

"No amount of make up can fix this mess! I'm so ugly, again, I wonder why, Why am I even here? I have no purpose, I'm everyones punching bag, verbally, they **** me, slowly, painfully. I'll never be free, I just want to die, I don't want to live in this sick place any longer."

Looks in the mirror again

"No, you know what, I'm wrong, I am worth something, I mean something to people. I have a wonderful family that loves me, and then there's him :)
I am beautiful, no one can tell me different, I won't listen! I mean the world to someone, I do have purpose, I have him. I'm not worthless.
I'm not ugly, to all the people that think I am, *******, I'm beautiful."