I died when my mom forgot my birthday.
I died when she made me feel like i didnt matter, and that nobody could ever love me.

I died everytime I saw just how tired my dad was when he got home from work. And how hard he tried to provide for all of us.

I died when the people i cared about the most in my life moved away. And every single one of them left me here to rot. Never once did they actually care, and i dont think they ever will.

I died when i looked in the mirror. Everytime having to be reminded about the way that i look. Being forced to try to accept the fact that i look this way.

I died when they used to hit me and push me to ground because im small.

I died when everyone laughed at me and called me ugly. When they would whisper and stare at me at all times. When even though i could never control these things, they still thought it was funny as hell to laugh at.

I died everytime i drove past my old house. The house that held all the memories of my past happiness. Where i could go to sleep peacefully without crying before. When i could go out into the world without having to put on a fake face

There is so much more. But i just cant right now. Im sorry. Im just so tired.