Barely Breathing

Isn't it sad

Isn't it sad how you're watching my life go done the drain...

How you watch how I vent my feelings..

How I'm slowly killing myself...

How I began to cut my skin...

How so much can affect me..

How I am changing..

I'm a different person then when I started writing...

I've slowly been consumed into depression..

and the sad part is...I like it. 

It excepts me for who I am.

The demons were there when you weren't.

And now...What I've become of myself is so lost inside, I don't know who I am anymore..

I am not the girl I grew up to be anymore...

I am nothing, 

I am worthless,

I am ugly,

I am trash, 

I deserve pain...

I 

Am

Not

Me

 Anymore..