Am i real?

Why do i exist The answer always changes You were born to be loved So why don't i love myself? Your here for a reason Can you tell me why or do i just believe i'm meant to be Why is it that i feel like i Shouldn't exist that i don't feel ok in my own skin that the safest i feel is around no one else Most days i can't leave my house i never make a noise when i scream or i cry so much vomiting becomes easy I'm better off saying i'm fine pretending i'm not hurt Only to question why am i alive My rooms a mess and no matter how many times i clean it ends up the same way over and over again I could write off my sadness as beautiful torture but my red shot eyes and chapped lips don't seem beautiful my reflection is something i hate and my scars taunt me every single day If you were to ask me why i'm writing this i couldn't tell you maybe right now i'm to emotional to think Or prehaps i'm questioning my own sanity

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