I blame my family cause I don’t love me. I wouldn’t touch me, I’m ugly. 
I love you and I’m sorry that I’m distant. I don’t want you to know or listen. 
I don’t want to know, and I wish I was deaf. 
I hide behind my headphones.
Everytime I start to talk I choke. 
I clench onto my beautiful friends 
But it’s me in the end, and I’m afraid to be alone. 
I lay in my bed that holds no comfort
. My body hurts. 
A good night of sleep would amaze me.
I’m convinced I’m crazy. 
My own words scare me, I’m scary.