So this is life

I remember when i was so happii
when i was 12
i remember how i look at miiself in the mirror
without regerts
but that all changed
i cant berly talk to anyone
or they will think i need help
i cant ever look at miiself in the mirror
with regerts
i cant ever stop cutting
am i reallii messed up?
all i can thnk of why me? why do i have to go throught the pain
all i can think about sucidel
and me dying
i hide pain
behind mii smiles and laughter
i cant ever look at ppl rite
god can i ever be miiself again?
i guess not
i guess this is life
and i cant handel it antmore
so goodbye to every1
hope i am not that missed