• I want help so badly.
    I feel like at any moment I'm going to go insane.
    Suicidal thoughts haunt me.
    My dreams are corrupted by my pain and sorrow.
    I'm always screaming, on the inside, for help, that I'm not okay.
    The screams burn the back of my throat, itching to come out.
    But I shove them back in, gagging in the process.
    I'm fat, I'm stupid, I'm ugly, and nobody loves me.
    Those are some of the things my mind spits at me.
    I'm filthy, used, mean, disgusting.
    I want to pull my hair out in all my agony.
    But all I do is plaster a smile on my face.
    All I do is fake.
    I'm a liar.
    I always say I'm okay, but I'm really not.