There is no proper way to tell people you want to die. You put a fake smile on throughout the day but once you get home you go into your room, shut the door, put the same sad music on and cut your perfectly beautiful skin. But in your eyes. You deserve it. You hear voice's inside your head telling you, that your worthless, stupid and worst of all. Disgusting. Those voice's lead to thoughts. Those thoughts, Lead to actions. You sit at school people wondering why you don't eat. You simply give them a smile and tell them your not hungry just yet. But in reality, you just can't face the fact of wanting something that can make you fat. Broken mirrors. Everywhere within your room. Every mirrior your parents got you, You smashed because you dont want to look at your sad, flabby bodie. You just pray and wish to be skinny. To be pretty. To be beautiful. To be Perfect. But your simple. Not.
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