I hate myself. I wake up in the middle of the night and I want to die. I shake and I hold myself and rock in my bed. I can’t stand looking in the mirror, because I hate what I see, I hate that I am not like everyone else. I hurt so much, everyday, and nobody cares. If you really knew me, you would know that I hate myself, and I want to crawl into a hole, and die.
(Source: ifyouureallyyknewme)
Do people really see inner beauty?
Or has the world gone mad with liking what’s only right infront of us?
