The sun glistened brightly through the sheer curtains that covered the large windows in my small room.
My eyes squinted open which I later regretted due to the bright sun nearly blinding me.
A loud yawn escaped my lips as I stretched my body and carried myself out of the warmth of my bed and into the cold bathroom.
I stared in the mirror at the broken girl in front of me. She absolutely disgusted me. A sigh left my mouth as I started removing my thin articles of clothing, watching them fall onto the cold tiled floor effortlessly.
My skinny body walked itself over to the shower turning on the water. As I waited for it to heat up I stared at the scars and bruises that marked my body.
I felt pathetic. I lost a battle with myself and it's gotten to the point where I don't know who I am anymore.
I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy, and my mind is and ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami.
I cant sleep.
I can't concentrate
I can't process my own thoughts.
I can't even think straight.
I
Am
A
Mess.
I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.
I stepped into the boiling water, instantly feeling pleasure from the burning sensation my skin was feeling.
The scolding water ran down my dirty, bruised body and onto the floor of the small shower. My thoughts wandered as I washed off the non exist layer of dirt that I fooled myself into thinking was sat there on my skin.
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I stepped out of the shower, clouds of steam coming from my frail body. Grabbing a towel that was hung up beside the shower, I wrapped it around my body covering the mess that I've made.
My tiny feet padded against the floor leaving a trail of wet footprints behind me. Walking to my closet I grabbed a black hoodie and a pair of black leggings. My usual outfit.
I slipped on my black vans before running down the stairs. I walked past the kitchen since it's a sin to eat. My biggest fear is that my thighs will one day touch.
I picked up my tattered bag before slinging it over my weak shoulder and walking out the door of my small house.
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School.
Also known as hell by many.
Most people hate school because of all the homework and the early mornings but it's much more for me. I have to face the demons that roam the hallways and taunt me till I can no longer take it.
Their words creating a hole deeper than the ones they've previously made with each sentence that leaves their dirty mouths.
Leaving me more and more broken each time.
B R O K E N
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