The silence will set her free.

I'm fat.
I'm ugly.
I'm a piece of shit.
I'm full of mistakes.
I hate what I am.
I'm a suicidal.
I'm on medical watch half the time.
I'm a sex addict.
I'm a bi-poler.
I'm unwanted.
I'm a slut.
I'm nothing.
I don't have anything to hold on to.

I don't have a life.
I don't have many friends.
I'm talked about when people don't know me.
I'm treated like shit.
I'm nothing.
This is what I feel, plus more on a constant basis.
I can't help that either.
I don't have anything.
I don't want anything.
I'm not depressed,

I'm a realist.
This is a nightmare to most,

but a reality to me.
Those people on intervention and shit,
those kids who cry to their parents for help

half the time? That's me. Yet, my parents don't list.
If only they knew.
If only anyone knew.