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 control over me.

There's a monster inside, I think, I'm in danger. Cause every time that I look at myself. I'm staring at a stranger.

I cant bare my own reflection, for it magnifies all my imperfections. So scared of rejection, I'm merely drowning in this depression.

This is probably Gods way of saying, it is time for a change. But instead of facing these demons, I keep running away.

God if you can hear me
please don’t leave me deserted.
I’m feeling a bit discouraged, for being a disappointment. Can you grant me with strength to finally flourish.


♡Meg
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