i think the saddest thing is the crack you hear on someone’s voice when they are talking about something that hurts them but they’re trying to stay strong and to not cry

and once people find out, they stop talking to you, ‘cause no one wants to be with a person who is always sad

i don’t know, for how much longer i can keep fighting, and breathing, and pretending to be okay.

i can’t just move on like nothing happened, like we didn’t happen, like the way you used to look at me isn’t still carved in my mind

of course no one loves me, ‘cause who would love a girl who can’t even talk without being insecure, who can’t even order something by herself, who feels like everyone is talking bad things about her all the time and who has scars all over her body

how many times have you said ‘i’m fine’ when you wanted to scream help me? how many times have you faked a smile, so they don’t ask how you feel?

no one noticed her cuts got deeper, her meals got smaller, and her eyes, her eyes got more desperate than ever