They hit me again. I should be used to it by now but honestly, I'm not. Every time their fists hit me, the only thought that goes through my mind is "maybe I do deserve this."
Do I? Am I that bad of a person? Why do they hate me so much? Why does everyone hate me?! I just want someone to care. Anyone.
The teachers never ask about my bruises. Even my best friend doesn't ask. I think they think I'm okay but I'm not.. I'm so far from okay.
I feel myself breaking every day. I just want to grab my blades and end it all. I'm so afraid of what I could do.. I'm so afraid to stay.
Please, someone please. I need someone. I need someone to ask if I'm really okay. I need someone to know when to hug me and when to let me cry.
I can't live like this. I just want someone to look at me and want to be my friend.
I can't look in the mirror anymore. I'm so scared of what I'll see. A broken girl, with scars on her arms and her legs. An ugly girl with tear streaks. I want to be happy. I want to feel beautiful.
I want someone.
But I have no one.
06/12/12
