I am a victim of abuse.

Abuse from myself

Why do I feel worthless?

Am I not worthy of love?

Abuse from my friends

People telling me I’m not...

Pretty enough…

Thin enough…

Athletic enough…

I’m a victim of abuse.

“Bruises and cuts” hidden from the people that care

Abused enough to hide from myself

Abused enough to hold it in,

To not lash out…

Because I’m too afraid to be hurt again.

I’m a victim of abuse.

God only knows what I go through.

God only knows that I feel like I’m dying inside.

God only knows that I cry myself to sleep.

But I’m the only one that doesn’t know why?