One. Two. Three. Four. I count to myself. I'm trying to stay calm. My life isn't where I want to be. My soul feels trapped. I can't be who I am for I will lose my extremely religious family. I'm trapped. My skin is my prison. My blood is like acid. My whole body burning and my soul spinning in circles. When will life make a change?
Five. Six. Seve. Eight. Trying to calm myself is pointless. I'm floating by everyday. My body is on auto pilot and my heart is on fire. I feel like everyone around me doesn't see me. I'm a ghost. Invisible. I like being invisible. Sometimes.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. I'm too overweight. I'm trying to hard. I'm burning alive. I'm dying inside. My mind is racing. My wrists are scarring. My feet can't carry me much farther into this hell. I'm imploding.
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