The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.
No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.
I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.
I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.
Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.
Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.