Elize

Waking up is getting too painful. Doing anything feels like too much. Soon I’ll just lay in the dirt and let the earth take me. Thats about all I’m good for.

I don’t think I’ll ever be lovable, not truly. I’m a complete train wreck of a person. Maybe that’s my own fault. Maybe I should be better and I’d be lovable. Somebody would actually care about me and mean it for once. Just maybe.

No matter how much I scrub and scrub and scrub I can’t ever get the feeling of hands off me. I wonder if I’ll feel like this forever. Just some object of every selfish persons sexual desires. I feel so dirty when it’s something I never wanted or asked for. I’m disgusting.