My body hurts…they fear me…I believe that I am in the wrong…why did I scream at my own friend…he hates me…they all hate me…I get treated like a dog…being pulled around and forced to do things I don’t want to do…like sit…and stay…just like a dog…I’m not a dog…I’m a human…this loop is hurting me more and more…I can’t keep up…my body is weak…I don’t want to be weak…but I can’t keep trying to be something I’m not…I quit…I quit trying…to keep going…I’m sorry…I’m a failure…a disappointment to my mother…it’s my fault…I should’ve known to be better from the start…it’s too late now…my eyes hurt from crying…my legs hurt from the scratches…my stomach hurts from starvation…my lungs hurt from not being able to catch my breath…I’m hurting and people ignore instead of help…they all watch as I crumble…as I get ripped to shreds…selfish…all of them… #vent #broken #hurt #scratches #depression ([I have a recording of the song that’s playing in the background and I tweeted it a bit to sound louder and more accurate])
