I keep crying myself to sleep wondering if I will ever be good enough. Wondering if my life is good or should I keep cutting myself. It has been 1 year since I stopped being happy. No one noticed that 1 year ago they lost there happy little girl.no one cares though because I am “ only 12 and don’t know what I am saying” . I want the. To see my wrist and I want them to feel bad for what they made me turn into. But it isn’t there fault cause I am the one who isn’t good enough. I am the one who will never be good enough for anyone. Even if I am the best and trying my hardest. I still am not good enough. “I love you” doesn’t mean anything.
