My insecurities.
My demons.
My scars.
They make me who I am.
My insecurities break me down making me hate what I see in the mirror.
My demons are giving me a tight hug that I'm constantly trapped in making it so I can't breathe.
My scars .
The hey are the battles I fought against myself.
I'm trapped inside My own skin.
My demons holding me tight a 2 in the morning telling me no one will love me.
Telling me I'm fat, ugly, a monster, a mistake, a waste of space.
Making more insecurities that break me down piece by piece.
Telling me to make more scars because I deserve it.
I can't talk to people and ask for help because they'll look at me like I'm crazy.
They won't understand.
Even if I tried to tell someone, my demons would make sure I wouldn't they'd hold me close squeezing me in comforting hug saying "you don't want me to leave I'm all you've got"
