” Well, dear Demi I wanna take a minute not to ask for anything from you but simply to say thank you for everything and Stay Strong, you teach me that! ” Send this to Demi Lovato please but it’s my story
So here it goes: Over the last three years, I have not been well because I suffered bullying in school. Now, I have a depression and I think in death, I don’t like my life! I’m fourteen and I always feel so nervous because everyone is so perfect and while I feel so worthless, and they look so happy, while lately for me, my mood has been crappy? I’ve been used by guys, I’ve been hurt by girls, I’ve been hit by my mom, and cursed by the world, so I keep losing weight, just trying to be perfect, I’m waiting for somebody to tell me that I’m worth it.
And I feel like in my life I have not one friend. I’ve been hurt too much, and my trust is all gone.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m as frail as a fawn, all these guys are using me, saying my beauty’s true you see, but then they all abuse me, and none of it is news to me.
They call it anorexia, my wish to be completely perfect.
Does my story end here? Thats all that I wanna know.
I never thought that I’d end up feeling fully alone.
In my room, no ones there, I cry myself to sleep.
I wish that I could love, and live and just leave.
Breathe, I made it through another long day.
Finding fear in the words that I didn’t ever say.
How can I match up to what the world says is beautiful?
I look into the mirror and the me I see is unsuitable.
Tell me I’m beautiful, that’s all I really wanna hear.
Hold me close, and make all of the pain disappear.
It’s unhealthy, I know I should treat myself better.
I want someone to understand me down to the letter.
But mark my words, I’ll be stronger then I ever was.
I’ll be happy with myself, and honestly I never was.
I need to move on, past this diary I’ve always kept.
And all the pages that hold all the tears that I wept. ”