"I'm fine." I said trying to give the most genuine smile I could force out. "I'm fine." I repeat. I stare back at the figure in the mirror no longer being able to see myself in it. "It doesn't count. I'm fine!" I say again forcing the smile wider.
"No ones gonna believe you anyways." I thought as my mind took on its own character. "And no one should believe you. You're faking it! You just want the attention!"
"Shut up!" I yell back.
"Talking to yourself now are you?" The words under my breath. "Maybe you do need help."
I look down at my disgusting self I'm and the three letter word carved into my skin. FAT. Over and over again FAT FAT FAT. The words stared around my hips as they made their way across my stomach leaving a crimson trail streaking down from some parts. I traced my finger over the lacerations, feeling the puff led parts of skins where I had pressed the metal across it.
"I'm fine."
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Would you live for me? || Phan DH + PL
Hayran KurguA Dan and Phil high school AU with 5 Seconds Of Summer. ⚠️Triggers : depression, self harm, suicide, suicidal thoughts, body dis-morphia ⚠️ "We all have a list of people we'd take a bullet for..." but what about the people we'd stay for? The people...
