He promised he would go easy on me
But school comes and the taunting begins
Just one, only two, how about three?
No!, I scream but he persists
And like always I give in
Responsibilities? What is that
My life? I’d like it back
My peace? A distant memory
Mindfulness is useless
My toolbox, forgotten
My mind, consumed
with pleasure yet despair
They scream, I yell
Now I am consumed with guilt
No one understands.
Heck, not even i do
I hate myself, I feel like a monster.
Trich is so destroying. After the pulling spree, when that dark realization of what you’ve done sets in..
you look and see the pile of hair, scooping it up to throw it away,hide it, all your hair, your beautiful hair that’s meant to be on your head, its yours.
you look in the mirror to see the…
My feelings this exact moment
After being able to grow out my hair to about an inch, I rip it all out all over again. Trying to overcome it and not let it affect me but its so hard