The life I live is nothing but a lie.
You wouldnt see it, even looking in my eyes.
I hide it too well.
I don't self-harm but only cause I'm afraid.
I'm afraid if I sart I won't stop.
Till I'm as aple as a sheet. Dead.
So I write out my feelings.
The lonliness, self loathing.
Just how much I hate myself.
I'm fat and out right ugly.
No one could change how I see myself.
No one could love a person like me.
And if they say it its not true.
I'm a person with trust issues.
And I'm pretty sure I have major depression.
If you want to know how that came to be good luck.
If you figure it out let me know.
I was born with this darkness inside.
Lurking in the back of my mind.
Just waiting till I'm alone to strike.
I'm just afraid one of these days I'll break.
And there will be no coming back.
I'll be to far gone.
And too dead to care.
