Walking home from school, tears in my eyes. same shit everyday. "fat" "ugly" "stupid" "slut" "whore" everyday... Nobody will ever love you. Go cut. You know you want to. Why don't you just kill yourself everybody would be happier without you. That's what the voices in my head tell me. As I'm walking home bre walks up to me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine"
"Okay." "Mind if I come over later?"
"Whatever"
"Okay see you later"
Bre is my only friend. We've only been friends since this year.. Watch she'll probably screw me over just like all my other former "friends" did. When I get home I go into the bathroom. I look at my blood shot eyes in the mirror "your so ugly" I tell myself. "Your so fat" the voices tell me as my stomach growls. "You don't need to eat." "Starve yourself" tears run down my face... I rummage through my drawer in the bathroom until I find my blade. I take it and press the cold metal against my skin. I slowly dig the blade deep into my wrist. until the blood pours out. I cry more. I clean up the mess in the bathroom sink and go into my room and fall onto my bed like nothing happened...
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Don't lie
Teen FictionEveryday I tell the same lie... Yeah, I'm fine. Nobody seems to see there is really something wrong. I wish someone would just look me, straight in the eyes and say "don't lie"
