If I could change who I was do you think I'd still be this way?

Inside I'm a mess. Outside I'm hideous. There's no words to describe who I am as a person.

I lost my voice. I have no way to speak up for myself. I can't tell you how much it hurts.

I can only keep quiet for so long before I explode.

I should be used to the pain by now.

Beauty is in the blood I bleed

I don't know who I am anymore.

Why do you bother asking what's wrong when you already know that something's terrible? What are you expecting to hear?
-Tessa Hazzard

Behind every scar is a story.
-Tessa Hazzard

The breaking down process has begun.