She couldn't hold in her tears anymore. She knew she was breaking. She didn't eat. She didn't talk. She silently lamented, hating herself and her life. She didn't want anyone to look at her. Her brother says she is doing it all fit attention. She wants to die. She has thought about suicide before. Maybe hanging, maybe bleeding out, maybe just running away. She didn't know what to do anymore. She wants to starve herself. She is known for eating alot. She doesn't like that. She doesn't like herself. She is wondering why people think she has a nice life. She doesn't. She tries to be quiet. She can't. She needs to be loud. She wants to be heard. She thinks her mother doesn't care. She knows her brother doesn't care. She wants to die.
I want to die.
