Real Me.

I’m hurt

I don’t want to keep going

Why is everything happening to me?

Am I the only one?

I feel ugly

Not just from my appearance

My personality and who I’ve become

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

I’m trying to call for help!

No one understands

No one notices

That, That…

I’m hurt

I cry myself to sleep

I know there’s no hope for me

Should I keep going?

I should stop

Does anyone know the real me?

Do you know what’s happening to me?

Does anyone know that I’m hurt?

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