Dear Life, I kind of want to try again?

introduction

salty tears fell down the dark cheeks of the red undertoned girl. Her sniffles muffled by her hand as she sobbed softly.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I can't do this anymore- can somebody-anybody please..please help me" she sobbed her words unclear her words silent in a whimper.

"i hate myself, I hate me. Why did you make me me?"

"god. why"

the sounds of laughter could be heard from the other side of the door. Her family enjoying themselves downstairs. Not hearing the cries of Kiara Lowe. She was a pro at this, she did this daily, every night she'd cry herself to sleep in the dark under the sheets. All for beauty. a perfect image but a sad girl she was, pretty on the outside. empty on the inside, all she cared for. All she worshiped. To be accepted by others. If only, her personality was as pretty as her.Her morles, her goal. her dedication. All for beauty, if only..if only..

"im hideous, i'm stupid. i fail everything i do."

"i wish i was never born"

"god please, just kill me."

she stopped crying. her heart just aching in pain, her chest physically hurting. Wishing that somebody would realize, that she isn't okay. She prayed and hoped.
But at the same time, the poor girl didn't want anyone to notice. She wanted everyone to think she was just fine.