I'm the ugly sister
I'm the horrible daughter.
I'm not even the second choice.
I'm the ''leftover''
I'm not the clever one.
I'm not the skinny one.
I'm the talentless one.
I'm the,''why are you even here?''
I'm just not good enough.
‘’You speak so highly of him,’’ he said to her, ‘’Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so goddamn hard that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes.’’
She laughed, ‘’that’s the thing about love, isn’t it? You’ll let them get away with murder, even if it’s your own.’’
The saddest kind of sad is when your tears can't even drop and you feel nothing. It's like the world has just ended. You don't cry. You don't hear. You don't see. You stay. And for a second, the heart dies.
it is so sad to think
that the ones who self harm
who cut;
bruise,
burn,
purge,
starve,
are the most gentle.
Who would rather hurt themselves than anyone else.
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