A nother ****** day
B inging, then throwing up; Hunger
C rying, as usual
D eath sounds comforting
E each day is a struggle
F orcing smiles
G one too soon? Not soon enough
H eaven isn't for people like me.
I nternal struggle—i want to
die//i want to live ..
J ust one more cut .. Oops, too
many to count
K ill yourself, my thoughts say
L iving is exhausting
M ore scars
N othing inside. It's hungry. Being
O h, I woke up this morning, I
wanted to die
P ain .. So much pain.
Q uit it!
R est in peace [RIP]
S hut up!
T hese thoughts will be the death
of me. Tired
U nder the facade is a corpse. Im
a walking dead
V ery soon i will end it.
W hy should I stay alive? Should
I **** myself?
X friends, x lovers, goodbye
Z ero thoughts
26 days since my last failed attempt. I will be successful next time. I have to.
People don’t realize
Everything I do
Has a purpose
Why do I have so many key chains on my bag?
So that when I walk it drowns out the sound of my thighs rubbing against each other
Why do I sit sideways on my chair?
So that you don’t see my thighs spilling over the edge on both sides
Why do I always wear jeans?
Because they hold in all my fat
Why do I always wear long sleeves?
So that I can hide the scars on my wrists
Why do I always wear hoodies and sweaters?
Because it hides my body fat
Why do I always straighten my hair?
So that it will frame my face and hide my double chin
Why do I wear four pounds of makeup?
So that I can hide my acne and disgusting face
Why do I play with the ring on my finger so often?
Because I do it whenever I'm anxious, which is often
Why am I always smiling?
Because on the inside I’m breaking but I don’t want you to see
Everything I do
There’s a reason behind it
— The End —