Anonymous Writer

They mumble “oh cry me a river”, not even taking into consideration the oceans she has already cried. A knock on the door and a wipe of her eyes, it’s sad that it’s gotten this easy to hide it all. A fake smile to hide a million tears, a sweater the hide a thousand scars. She’s breaking and doesn’t even acknowledge it anymore. Its come to the point where being round the people she loves,getting out of bed, eating, things that should be everyday routines have become everyday challenges,covering up her cries with laughter and her pain with a smile, she can’t even love herself for the sheer fact that she fears herself and what she has become.