Every day is war to me,
A struggle to obtain reality.
A shower, my make-up, putting on my shoes.
It's hard to see the point some days,
And no one has a clue.
I have been deemed so many things,
by those who wouldn't know.
High maintenance, a worrier,
A girl putting on a show.
I've been trained to feel unworthy,
Ugly and hard to love.
The pills, they make me tired,
but I get by just enough.
Sometimes I feel that I'm one mistake
from losing all I've suffered for.
While every day is a success,
I am tired of my war.
~ by Laura Campbell
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So I will be uploading one more but I won't post for the rest of the week because I won't have Internet.
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Some Sad Stories
Short StoryIf you ever need help you can text home/hello to 741741 they can and will help you to the best of their abilities All people ever want is to know someone cares but all can't see that people around them care with all their heart. This is a b...
