Maybe...
Me. Myself. I. So many words meaning me. Why? I don't like myself. I'm ugly. I'm stupid. I'm fat. The kids tell me too. Every day. My mother and father telling too... But differently. They tell me I'm worthless. That I was a mistake. Dead to them. What. What did I do? What did I do wrong? Why do I exist? Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just End it all. Stop the tears. Stop the words. Stop the scars from forming. Stop the pain. Stop the pain of not feeling loved no stop the pain of not being loved maybe then people would be happy maybe they would love me if I was gone. I just disappear the shadow at night. Maybe...
