She sat alone at night, dreaming of a better world.

One where she would no longer be afraid to love because, this time, love wouldn't leave her.

Movies taught her that anyone can have those cheesy, romantic momemts.

Fairytales showed her that beauty came from within.

Now, she realizes that only the pretty get to be lovedand held.

People like her are cast amongst the shadows.

Her time is invested in self-loathing, mutilation, giving herself false hope that Prince Charming will have the heart to love her.

But maybe he's just as scared as she and won't admit that his heart belongs to her alone.

But who could love her.

She becomes so worked up over what she creates in her head. Nobody understands, it seems, that, when she's silent with her head bent down, her loss of words is what is screaming for someone to save her.

Waking up is such a pain in the ass when your eyes are swollen shut.

It seems as if nobody cares nor wants to give a chance to her.

And I, this girl, can't seem to grasp what the fuck I'm doing wrong.