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?
