Done Breathing

I am just done. I can't breathe anymore. I can't be happy anymore. I truly just can't be here anymore. I am so tired of beating myself up every night. Cutting myself. Throwing up because I know I am never as pretty or thin as those girls. Crying to the point my eyes are swollen and all I can feel is nothing. Blood still dripped. Tears on my face. I'm sorry I am not like the other girls. I am sorry I am not as pretty or thin. Or have as many friends. Or the same follower count. Not even close to their grades. i am not like those girls. But those girls were who I wanted to be. I starved and wasn't good enough. I studied and wasn't good enough. I tried my best but no matter how much work or effort I put in, nothing was ever good enough. I will never be like any smart, kind, beautiful, thin girls. I will never look like them or be like them. I am done trying. Done Breathing. There is no point. I have no body. No mom. No dad. No family. No friends. Nobody. I am alone in this world. I have nothing to live for anymore. No one to live for. I won't pass so I don't have inspiration. Some lives are just better unlived. Some hearts are better untouched. Some people better alone. I was not one of these. I needed someone anyone. But I had no one. Nothing. I am not sorry because I won't hurt anyone with these decisions. I have no one to hurt. Nothing tying me to stay on this Earth. So I am done being here.

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Taya Other April 29, 2020 at 10:41 pm 0 0