Truth is I'm struggling.
Truth is I'm not ok.
Truth is I cut myself because I think I deserve to be punished.
Truth is every time I eat I want to go through it up and I yell at myself mentally for being so fat and ugly.
Truth is I'm weak.
Truth is I'm not sure what's my reason for breathing or talking let alone living.
All my life I've asked for someone to come save me.
I've been waiting patiently but why should I wait for forever.
I'm giving up on myself.
I'm giving up on being saved.
I'm giving up on everything.
I wanted a happy ever after and I've learned it's something that doesn't actually happen.
There is no happily ever after...
Not in my life.
