Wake Up

In the Morning I always look at myself and hate what I see. I see fat, flaws, and bags. I see me. I point out every flaw as I get dressed. I try ready hard to look my best. But I know I'm ugly and a mess. At school. I put on a smile. I talk for a little while. But my depression returns I look at my wrist and it burns. At home I think about ending my life I would just grab a knife. But then I remember I am loved even if I don't love myself. I wake up. I achieve something everyday. I wake up. I realize its a good day. I wake up. I have loved ones I wake up. I don't need a gun. I wake up And I am here.