My Feelings

About me?...

 I wake up and I don't want get up.

I feel horrible.

I feel like broken toy - useless.

I don't know, why to live.

But I haven't got any important problem.

So why?

Because I hate myself.

Nobody is perfect.

But I am the worst.

Heh...you ask me why?

I am bad, naughty, cheeky and very, very ugly and fat.

I hate mirrors.

I usually cry in front of them.

I punish myself.

How? By the knife or razord blade.

I hide it under long trousers and shirts.

It hurts me but I love it.

Physical pain can help me.

I don't want to die because of it.

I often starve.

Because I want to be skinny.

It's silly, heh.

I was bullied.

They told me a lot bad things about me.

I believe them.

I am weird girl, I am monster.

So let me be.

Even though loneliness is killing me.

I maybe will be happy.

Once...