Broken and bruised, torn and hurt.
My body aches, lack of sleep and nutrition.
Self-mutilation, starvation, and abused.
Rough around the edges, but sweet to the core.
You’d never know though, through all the hurt, all that is seen is rebellion.
No one knows this world in which I live.
It’s a terrible one.
One where I wish fairytales existed.
Once where I wish I was never born into this despicable existence.
I’m a shadow in a land of darkness, a lost soul without a purpose.