I wake up each morning hating myself a little more each day.
Sometimes I wonder if I should give up, turn my light switch off and never turn on again.
I try to erase this thought from my mind, but it's difficult knowing that the world would be the same without me.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but cringe at the person staring back at me.
I try to eat my feelings and cry out my insecurities. No one knows I'm hurting, no one knows my thoughts.
No one knows I've tried to make myself throw up over 20 times and each time I failed, I hated myself a little more each time.
"I'm so weak and stupid I can't even be bulimic" I would tell myself each time.
"Hold your breath, don't come back up" I say to myself.
I know the demons inside me want me to die, I know I shouldn't listen, but they always come when I'm weak.
They tear me apart starting with my mind and creep into my skin, and rip my insides apart, and force me to say "I'm fine".