It's hard to act Human when you know that ever part of you isn't good enough.
You look at the scars in your wrist, stomach, thighs, ankles, all you see is the imperfection.
I'm alone, and broken.
You can't fix something once it's shattered, you can ALWAYS see it's cracks no matter how good you are at hiding them from the world...
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Dairy
Non-Fictiona not so private dairy of how I feel during the day and how shitty my life is going and every entry is another day I kinda survived my own mind
