Trust me
I know how it feels to lock yourself in your room and sit alone.
I know how it feels to wait for everyone to fall asleep just so you can let out all the tears that have been held in.
I know how it feels to take a blade to your beautiful skin just to feel better.
I know how it feels to feel worthless and hopeless.
I know how it feels to give everything and receive nothing.
I know how it feels to be called ugly.
I know how it feels to hate every inch of yourself and believe no one will ever love you.
I know how it feels to lie down in the shower and break down just so no one can hear, so no one will ask.
I know how it feels to feel alone in a room full of people.
I know how it feels to want to end your delicate life.
I know how it feels to wish that you had a rope, or a loaded gun, or pills to OD on.
I know how it feels to wish you cut deeper just so the scars would stay.
I know how it feels to have depression and anxiety.
I know how it feels.
I understand.
I know it's not an act, it's real pain, real suffering.
Sometimes we have to break to heal again.
