“She’s just getting sicker” they keep saying to each other, they act as if I can’t hear them but the truth is I can. They don’t realise but at night when they talk about me I can hear them, I can hear every single word about how I hide my arms and shy away. They don’t understand how much I’m hurting inside. They don’t understand how much I want to hide and take my life, to end it all would be a salvation but in their eyes I’m jut their little girl who’s reaching “desperation”. To me it’s a solution and a way to end the pain, they need to see this through my eyes, living each day is destroying my mind.