Mirror Mirror. (In a way this is my diary. Enjoy) Why so harsh? Please, let me forget the past. I know I'm bad, I shouldn't have ate. Please don't go, you're my mate. I'm sorry I'm so happy. I know I should be sad. Please! Don't get mad! A silver blade, against a wrist. Tears fall down, to lips. Unkissed. She's not the kind you'll come to miss..... 4th April 2013 I feel alone and like no one understands me. I just feel left out from everyone, I feel that they don't care. They just feel sorry for me. They want me gone, out of the way. I'm just: That fat friend Third wheel The person with money The person who's sat alone. I hate going out now. I really do, I just feel the eyes of judgement watching me. My entire #life is just a continues cycle of me convincing myself that yeh, this is possible. I can be happy again, and then snapping back into reality and believing the truth again. I'm getting bad again. And everyone's turned away, that's why I'm so dependant on him. I need somebody to help me. I have nobody. But after feeling sad and empty for so long. I just am used to the pain. I'm used to the judgement, words, actions. Everything. I'm tired of thinking. I am lost. Alone. Withered. I am a shell. I used to have an owner. But that person has gone. Within the deepest darkest corners, monsters rise. That monster is not under your bed. It's inside your head.