Inside becomes outside
As I lay there the first time, I watched as the version of me I hate the most flashed before my eyes. I just lay there, watching as the empty life I led flashed before my eyes. I started off small, with maybe a few bruises here and there, then it started to grow. I no longer cared when I got hurt, I could no longer wear shorts or t-shirts. My grades started dropping, I was distant both in class and at home. I didn't pay attention in class.None of my teachers figured out what was happening. None of them knew the signs. As per usual, they didn't understand (or even care enough about me to even try.) So I stopped eating. I grew to dislike my body. Enough that I stopped caring. I tried everything. Cutting, burning, even branding. Nothing worked. Nothing could satisfy my need to feel, the need to feel something, anything. Nobody was close enough to me to realize I was about to take my own life.
