The feeling in the morning burns, pain is the first thing you wake up too. You get up and go look in the mirror and see yourself, your face is still red from crying last night.
You cry.
You think your ugly.
You think your fat.
You wanna die.
And the worst thing is the next day, it happens all over again.
I wish I could start over my life. Go down the right path, not let myself die. I wish I had someone there for me. Who could've held my hand and walk me down the right path, instead of sitting here in pain
