monster

Some days I wonder what I am. Am I alive? am I dead? Some days I wonder what life has made me. What the people in this life had made me. I see myself and wonder where am I? Not here. I’ve crawled under my bed and hid away in my closet. I’m my own bogeyman come to haunt me every night when I am alone.

shit-stained mirrors.

Don’t you hate those days where you wake and hate everything you see? You look at yourself in the mirror and begin to pick yourself apart until there is nothing left to love. You remember all the shit you’ve been through, you remember all the hurt and the pain and wonder what for? What did you survive them for?