Her

This one too Sometimes I feel like I am survived not living. Like I am a stranger watching the life of a girl. When she loves shes overbearing. When she doesn't she's mean. When shes herself she's annoying. When she's not she's trying to hard. She wishes she could ignore them and just do her. Make herself forget everything. She wants to learn to love herself and who she is. But the blade on her skin hurts less than the ache in her heart. She feels judged like a contestant on a show. TOO FAT. UGLY EWWW ACNE. She's just holding unto a rope. She wishes she could love herself. I wish I could love her. The girl in my reflection. Me.