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Don't tell me that I'm beautiful until you've seen the marks, etched in my skin and the ones on the inside, on my heart, that I hide. Don't tell me that I'm strong until you've seen me break down, fall apart, time and time again, and cry until the tears no longer come. But only at night, because no one could see me then. Don't tell me that that I'm lovely until you've seen what nights are like and the terror that sometimes posses me, seen me sob and tremble and question myself "why me?" until I run out of air and collapse. Whishing to lay there so nobody would notice, but only to be found. Don't tell me that I'll get through this that this is only temporary or it's only a stage until you've seen the inner torment inside of my mind and the demons that refuse to be silent. Anxiety, self-conscious, emotional problems, depression and worst of all guilt. It's regret, I think that really is the worst kind of torture, sure guilt is bad, and sadness is bad, but regret is the sickly combination of both. But if you've seen that other part of the scars, pain, insecurities and the bitterness that I hide. The voices that whisper during the day and scream throughout the night. The darkness lurking behind my smile, and you're still by my side and think me as truly beautiful. Then maybe, Just maybe, I'm able to believe you. - By Amanda Katherine Rickets and added some stuff myself Is it possible to have no regrets in life? If so does this include me? ---- Credits to my friend; @alish36 (mostly with the gore parts) ;) I don't own the characters. Hinted Ikarishipping and Black and White shipping. Involves humour, depression, eating problems and much more. Involves curse words. Second story. Started: 20/12/2017 #1: Ikarishipping 16-05-2018 #1: Reallifeproblems 23-05-2018
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