Silence is what kills me.
Noise is what evokes me.
Everywhere I wander I seem to hate myself more.
Darkness surrounds me.
Light blinds me.
I can't love myself, but I can hate myself more.
Beauty is what they call me.
Ugly is how I see me.
I constantly destroy my body, myself more.
My family tries to help me.
But they also try to hurt me.
I can't go to my family when I'm not myself anymore.
I'm too scared of hurting me.
I'm too scared of losing me.
But I already found myself stuck, staring at the fat on my body, hiding myself with makeup, I made a mask to hide myself from the world's eyes, but more from my own eyes, I am my own worst enemy.