I’m not pretty- I’m depressed. I have cuts and scars lining my wrists. I’m always sleeping or not at all, dark circles rest under my eyes permanently. I’m either too fat or too skinny, and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I fake a smile and a laugh, but in conversation my mind is far away. I wear dark oversized clothing to hide because my insecurities keep me afraid. I self isolate out of fear that I’ll mess it all up- but I fear being alone. I’m not pretty, I’m depressed.