I am a porcelain vase, on the edge of breaking. I'm falling apart. Their words have hurt me a long time, and sadly, they still do. They're finding their way through my veins to my head and heart. They're telling me to kill myself. To be skinnier. To be prettier. And I am trying. Trying to do what they want me to do, but I am failing. Just like I am failing everything else. I'm just one huge failure, who shouldn't be existing.