This Is Me

This isn't going to be some happy story with a happy ending. This story is my soul expressed in its visible form. Don't think you'll be the same person reading it. Now on to the real description thing.

I wasn't some normal girl. I knew that much. I'm not physically abused. Nor am I emotionally abused. I'm not neglected. Not physically. Mentally and emotionally? Yes. My mind is a mess. Its so messed up and I need so much help. But when people try to help I run. I run and I lie. I act perfectly fine. But I'm not. I a broken empty useless shell of a person. But you know what ? I don't want to go back. And I never will.