I'm
so
damaged

i don't exist

Muerta en vida

She said she was okay. 
And you believed her? 
Let me tell you wants wrongs with her. 
She's tired. 
That's exactly what she is, tired.
She's tired of getting hurt.
She's tired of being let down.
She's tired of the lies.
She's tired of caring to little, and not caring at all.
She's tired of holding it in.
She's tired of feeling broken, damaged, worthless, never good-enough, pain.
She's tired of being judged for everything that she does.
She's tired of all her flaws and insecurities.
She's tired of trying.
She's tired of getting hopes up.
She's tired of being traeted like shit.
She's tired of being herself.
She's tired, want to know how i know all this?
Because she's me and i'm really tired. 

JH.

aterradora y herida

Somos lo que no somos y es la cosa más amarga.

-Dijeron que andas por ahí, luciendo marcas en tus antebrazos. Que nadie quiere ya saber de ti, y las pasarelas no han visto tus pasos. Que el autoestima se mudo a parís y la debacle se mudo a tu casa-