I'm a lonely teenager who's not really alone. I'm a girl who's not necessary sad but no where near being happy. I'm that person who doesn't need anyone until i sit on my bed at 2am left crying and wanting to die. I'm the daughter who is not wanted. I'm the girl with the dysfunctional family. I am not a name but instead i am Anxiety & self harm. I'm not the girl i was a few years ago… "how can i feel so empty yet feel so much pain"