Why do I have to see happy people while I’m breaking in tiny pieces? Why can’t I be happy too? What do they have that I don’t? Am I that worse? Why am I like that? How can I be better? Am I that much a piece of shit? I don’t really know why I’m questioning this while I know I’m not enough I’ll never be enough How much I cut Or How much I starve myself Or How much I cry Or ...show more