I Am Expressive

I hide beneath my shroud of shame.
I want to vomit.
Id welcome death now.
My eyes have lost focus.
I can’t take anymore.
I’ll die before I become her again.
I abuse myself and I don’t want to.
See me...
See me?
How do you ask for help when no one cares?
I hide alone and pray.
I want to tell the truth finally.
I’ll die under my shroud of shame.
Ugly little girl.
No good.
I don’t want you.
Why doesn’t he see me?