I am not who people think I am.
Skinny jeans and basketball shorts cover my scattered scars.
I only eat when in around people and after eat, I throw up or cut because I am disgusted with myself sometimes I actually eat to eat.
I smile so people don't see my pain. And I made it to where my eyes aren't a story that needs to be told.
I cry myself to sleep.
Most Guys only date me for sexual reasons, then cheat.
And I've been forced to do things before, yet no one knows my full story.
I am bisexual. Not appreciated by today's society.
Tried to commit suicide multiple times, but failed at all.
People think I take so long in the bath because I'm bathing well or I fell asleep. But it's not what they think.
I somehow cry and laugh at myself as the blood slides down my thighs into the bath water..
No one cares...... No one knows... No one notices.. Ever..
I've tried to tell my story but no one pays attention.
I cry myself to sleep often.
Nobody suspects a thing because they are too into the society now days.
No one knows my story, no one knows me, yet they still judge me by my looks.
YOU ARE READING
Not who you think i am.
Short StoryMelody is 16. She is a sophomore in High school. Her family is one of the richest families in New Jersey. She's been dancing since she was five, singing since she was 6 and had a twin named Melony. Both did a lot of sports. And straight A students...