Ripped Straight From The Journal Pages

I'm not sure what time it is right now. I don't think it really matters any more. All the feelings are the same.
Every second, every minute, every day.
Every time I cry...
Feels like a defeat

"Weak your so weak. No one cares about your breakdowns. You have them every week."

Issues.
Issues that hurt.
Issues to you
That I can work out myself.

Quotes from myself.
Quotes from you.
Quotes from hell.

I'm so scared

Every morning I wake up
Its another day
In my self made prison

Even now I'm trying not to cry

"Weak your so weak..."

Self hatred is the worst kind of hate.
Everytime I stand in front of the mirror. I hate everything I see.

"Isnt it dreadful?"

Another quiet breakdown.
Happening inside myself.
All done with a smile on my face.
So you don't ask
"Whats wrong?"

You say I'm insecure.
You say I'm acting like a victim.

Tell me

Have you ever been as vunerable as I have?
Is your childhood just black?
When you look back...
Can you not remember a thing?

You act like your so strong.
But when you went through your darkest moment..
Did you have to do it alone?

Lost girl.
Blurry girl.
Raw girl.
Ugly girl.
Mean girl.
Slutty girl.
Blank girl.
Stupid girl.

But never
YOUR girl.

What is so bad about a girl trying to find her way?

When nothing goes right
And
No one ever stays
No one ever stays
Everybody plays.
No one ever stays.