Stressed. Depressed. And My Life's A Mess.

So I wrote this a while back

And so it began being left behind and tossed away like always. Always loving someone hoping they wouldn't leave her but it never lasted long it seemed. Was it her? Was all the times she was told "I love you." fake? No matter she pushed it aside like always. Even though she was breaking. She wanted to scream, cry, break some shit, or punch a wall until her fist was broken and bloody. Yet she kept it inside somehow. Not daring to get any attention. Who would even care anyways? Sure her parents love her but they can only do so much. Nothing seemed to help. She was all alone in this fucked up world. Breaking down slowly until she is nothing more than a pile of ash. No matter how hard she tried nothing went well for her for long. Lots of heartbreak and crying making her broken inside. She hated showing her weak side she tried to keep it in but she could never stop it. She wanted to be normal and feel happy for once but who would want someone like her? She saw herself as fat, ugly, and dumb she wasn't good enough for anyone. No one could ever love someone like her. It didn't stop her from trying though. Even if it ended the same way every time “I really like you honestly but your just a little bit too depressing for me. We can still be friends though!” Every time. Was it all just a game to see how much it takes to break her? Make her wish she was good enough for them? She thought she found the one every time. Then it all came crashing down on her. Breaking off another piece of her fragile heart. Until there is nothing left to break.