This is for being a freak.
_
This is for being different.
_
This is for being ugly.
_
This is for being fat.
_
This is for not being perfect.
_
The blood was dripping on the floor. The pain turned into pleasure and as soon as there was no more blood left into my left arm, I turned the tap on and let the tub to be fill with hot water.
"Freak." I say while looking in the mirror, the steam covering the corners of it.
"You deserve to die." I murmur while looking at my rough and fat body.
"No-one likes you." I speak again and close my eyes, trying to think about something different.
My hand was pale and my whole body was weak. Bruises covered my back, sides and stomach making a very depressive pattern but I don't mind them anymore. They have been there for ages and they will always be a part of me.
Nothing will change this for sure.
