Dear diary,

I'm fourteen struggling with my emotions.

Demons crawl in my mind forcing thoughts to surface.

I have been cursed by the world,

And hit by my mom.

Am I alone?

Maybe, but for now I stare down at the floor.

For now I'll keep losing weight to be perfect for somebody I don't know yet.

I have been used by guys and hit on by girls.

I'm just waiting for someone to tell me that I'm worth it,

But for now I'll just keep my mouth shut and stare down at the floor.

Am I alone?

I search these rooms filled with people,

But all they do is ignore me.

Is it because I'm fat?

Maybe I'm too quiet,

So for now I'll just write down the words I cannot speak.

The monsters my parents warned me about when I was younger

Weren't under my bed, or in the closet,

But they were living in my head.