Pieces of Me.

Here I am, wrong.

11/12/2018

Here I thought I was going to be okay.

Here I thought I could never feel worse than I once did.

Here I thought I had finally overcome everything.

Here I thought I would never struggle with food again, after I lost the weight.

Here I thought I would never cut myself again after my time in the hospital.

Here I thought that it was impossible for me feel lonelier than I did a few months ago, when I was actually alone.

Here I thought there was a slight chance I would be happy.

Here I am, wrong.

Here I am, not okay.

Here I am, feeling worse than I ever felt.

Here I am, only drinking coffee in the morning and eating soup at the end of the day.

Here I am, I don't wanna say it.

Here I am, lonelier than I have ever been.

Here I am, still and always scared.

Here I am, unhappy.

Here I am, reaching my breaking point.