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"