As I stare at myself in the mirror, I become emotionally distraught. I see such an imperfect person, I think I am lost.
My wrists are scarred, but so is my heart. My mind is full of invasive thoughts.

I cannot speak. I cannot eat.
I cannot feel, I cannot think.
I am not strong . I am now weak.

I was suppose to be happy, I was suppose to be free. Until something dark, took...