All my life I been fighting with my demon's since age 3 and they are always around, day and night. They want me to do self-harm that I'm used to doing, but I been trying to stay away from it. Some days I'm so weak that I grab for my pocket knife "or whatever I can get my hands on" and want to cut, but then I stopped myself and think about my kid's instead. All my life, I wish I could be perfect enough for someone. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and see the little girl that hasn't healed from childhood trauma yet and the person that I am now, who gets hurt by every guy that comes into her life. My problem is that I don't have a father and I always looking in the wrong places to find love. But I'm not like the other girls that guys puffer, so I'm not what anyone really wants. I still wish upon a shooting stars, but my wishes never comes true anyways.
© Charlotte B.