You don't understand
“Why are you so self-destructive?”
You don’t know what it feels like to wake up feeling like a mistake, every single day.
To hate yourself for being not bad enough for people to believe that you needed help.
To hate your scars as you add some more.
To make yourself throw up until your throat is sore.
To starve until you almost faint.
To work the hell out until your body is strained.
To see the mirror and cry on what you see.
To drown in tears and insecurity.
I fell in love with my own misery.
Because I know that I don’t deserve to be happy.