Hi, I am a small town girl named Cheyenne who is poor and has a poor family. I have short hair. My hair is a slanted brownish blue look in the front, the back is short.
I don't like to look at myself, I seek failure and ugliness. I know people laugh and joke when I walk into the room. I've grown to scared of people. My depression gets the best of me. I was verbally abused by my dad and brother. I wanted to die. Sometimes I thought if I died, I would make others happy for once. I feel worthless. I let a lot of people get to me. I get picked on a lot, " you're fat" "no one wants you here" "just kill yourself." Everything is fixed with "I'm fine" and a razor blade. Sometimes I think people would be better off. I always end up hurting others so I don't get close...EVER! Music saved my life, but my mind and self is killing me. "Whore" "stupid skank" "slut" "hoe" "ugly" "unwanted" I believe every word now. I'm not getting any better.
Based on a true story about my friend.
