Dead

Why can’t I feel anything? Why does my heart pound everytime I have to talk to someone? Why am I empty?

He beat me when I was only 5.

I can’t remember the last time I felt loved by a man who wasn’t lying.

Why do they hate me? Am I not pretty enough for them?

I just want to be loved, why can’t he just love me?

I look in the mirror, UGLY, that’s all I see.

So many questions no one can answer I’m alone in the dark with no escape.

I’m dead.