Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is and we tell ourselves its all gonna be okay but its not gonna be okay.

She cuts, but no one can see her wounds.

As in other poems i wrote, My ghoast keeps taking over cuz im so unhappy i dont want to be here then puff another ghoast comes about

The cuts i made tonight tells my story that i keep trying to fight,,, How can i feel so much better but look so much sicker?

I look in the mirror i hate the person staring back, i hate myself, im the one that distroyed my family, friends and everything else

Crying all night, trying to deal with stuff, Cutting intell i cant stop, this is my life now, its never going to change!

Im so hurt, i just wanna say screw it and mess up, i dont want to keep trying!!!!!

I'm so messed up, i don't know how to explain how i feel anymore

I didn't choose to feel this pain, so why is it here? And when is it going away?

She feels separate from this world, no goodness only hurt, isnt it sad she knows she could live her whole life like this?