I look in the mirror I see my flaws. I'm not skinny enough smart enough pretty enough. I can't breathe. The walls are closing in on breath's start getting harder and harder to reach. I screech in pain my own suffering is consuming me. We can't make it out of here there's only way and that is death. I hate myself more than anyone else because cause of YOU. I lift my head to realize who I'm talking to. Myself.


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