Never good enough for you

Can anybody tell me what the FUCK is wrong with me?

Because the acid tears dont help anymore

and the bloody tissues lying on my bedroom floor never make the pain leave. The pills just make me sick to my stomach and the cracked mirror with the cracked image of a broken girl staring back at me.Mascara running down my cheeks, arms bleeding, body shaking. Hair falling in front of my face like i'm trying to mask myself. I hate who i've turned into.Tiny hands holding a cigarette that wants to burn into my skin. Burn your name into my arm...and carve it back out. Letters i wrote to you but never gave on my dresser next to the piece of crimson glass that was used to do it to myself. Do it to myself...all over again...all over again. I cant breathe....Push my hand into the blood smeared on the window and see red rimmed tearful, brown eyes looking back at me. She laughs at me and all i can do is sit and cry and remember i'm not good enough for you.

2:23 a.m. - 2003-01-22