Broken

Pathetic

I'm pathetic. 

Lame. 

Overdue.

Life isn't worth the pain that is brought upon us.

Life isn't worth living because of Adam and Eve. 

Life is stupid. 

Trevor is scary.

Trevor left bruises and scabs. 

Trevor promises that he'll never do it ever again. 

Trevor says he loves me and won't let me go.

I'm scared of Trevor. 

I'm covered with bruises I can't show.

I believe Trevor's empty promises. 

I love Trevor and I need him. 

The scars on my arm continues to grow.

The blood that runs continues to pour. 

The razor kept in a box continues to be used. 

Brittani says I'm fat. 

I already know that. 

I'm 105 lbs.

I need to be skinner. 

Brittani says I'm a whore. 

But I'm really not. 

I didn't actually sleep with the football team. 

I promise.

Brittani says I will never be popular again.

I already know. 

I just wish that I knew what I did to make her so angry. 

Brittani says, Brittani says, Brittani says...

I remember when I was little I vowed to never take drugs. 

I lied. 

I remember when I was little I vowed to never smoke. 

I lied. 

I remember when I was little I believed in true love. 

But I don't know what true love is anymore. 

I remember when I was little I use to love myself...

I don't know why I do the things I do. 

But taking those drugs, smoking until I feel nothing, makes life a little easier. 

When am I going to get better?