Reality

It’s because of our past. Were like this because we lied every day when people asked if we were ok.
Our answer was always “I’m fine” or “Yeah I’m great.”
But in reality we were scared and lost.
We fought battles and we lost! We turned our back to the world because no one will ever understand how hard it was, when we’d go to bed and cry and cry and cry…
But that’s not the worst part.
Night time is our favorite time, because when we cut our wrist, thighs and hip no one is there to judge our scars.
No one’s there to call us freaks or ugly or stupid!
Our least favorite time is in the early hours of the morning when we dream.
We hate it because it takes us away from reality and gives us hope or makes us feel happy.
It’s a battle we hate having to fight.
Mornings. Waking up from our happy dreams and facing the cruel reality that is life.
We wake up and look in the mirror putting a smile on because if our families really knew about us , we’d be called ill.
But in reality were not ill, were us. Broken. Scared, beaten, bruised, guilty and worthless. Because in reality were nothing.