Its hard. I try to get help, I know what I do is wrong, but no one understands. Its not because I like doing it. I’m not crazy either. There’s a constant replay of the same whispers over, and over again. Every day and every night {you’re ugly} {you’re not good enough} {you’re fat} I get tired of fighting them, so I try to injure the little demons out. Sometimes, it works…. for awhile. Then they come back. I’m tired of fighting, often I wonder if it worth it. If i’m worth it.  Its hard to try, when no one’s around to help. I dont want to keep failing. But I dont have the energy to get back up again so I’m hanging over this cliff just waiting for the right gust of wind to push me over or push me back to safety.