I wake up. panic hits my body. A tear finds its way down my face. I tighten my body, press my closed fists as hard as i can against my bed under me. I try to breathe but it feels like someone is sitting on my chest.
I don`t want to do this anymore.

I get my weak body to stand up. I walk into the bathroom; I wash the tears away. I walk back into my room. Stare at my closet for awhile and pick out an outfit. I put it on, look in the mirror, another tear fall. I ask mt self "Is thet suposed to be me?"
I can´t do this anymore.

I wipe the tear away; put on my face, cover up all my flaws and put on a smile. I look at my refection in the mirror. All the thoughts in my head are so loud. "You´re so ugly!" "No one is ever going to love you if you stay that fat and discusting!"
I won´t do this anymore.

I walk into the kitchen. My mom says good morning I respond with a good morning and give her a hug. She tells me i look pretty but all i can think is that she´s lying. She tells me she loves me a lot, and I tell her I love her to. My sister comes and hugs me, says good morning. i know this is her way to tell me she loves me.
I have to do this, for them.