At age 14, I learned how to fake a smile. I learned to cry only at night, alone. I learned that no one cares. I learned that I was all alone. I learned what it meant to be hollow. I learned how to starve. I learned that food was my enemy. I learned how to lie. I learned that I was not loved. I learned what it means to want to die. I learned what it means to be alone, to be lonely. I learned that no matter how loud you scream no one will listen. I learned what hate meant.....I hated the reflection in the mirror. I hated the number on the scale. I hated school. I hated home. I hated life. I hated who I was. I hated me...
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If Only I was Loved
Short StoryShe was a little girl, a joy, a ray of sunshine. This girl soon grew. And her insecurities poked. Piercing her skin. The Demons seeped through, all those cuts and the bruises. This is her story. About Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia and Suicide. View...
