Beginning, Middle, End

Chapter 199 When I held the mirror up to my face I saw beauty. Not the kind that could start wars, But the kind that could end them. "I'm beautiful," I repeat until the words don't sound foreign to me. A step outside, and it shatters One stare is all it takes, you see. Chapter 350 You killed yourself today Put a bullet through your head to ease the guilt that was eating you alive And sooner or later would have crushed you anyway I guess it's easier to live with an ugly face than a grotesque mind. Chapter 120 Today you told me that you loved me And I cried, not because I couldn't return your feelings But because you hit me when I denied. Repeatedly, only stopping to curse and call me names I don't even remember signing the relationship contract. Chapter 64 I still remember the look on your face when I called you my best friend. Like a child who has unlocked a hidden level What you failed to acknowledge, however, was that this isn't a game. There are no levels to unlock or points to gain, I am a human, not some kind of achievement. Chapter 119 You're still my friend. Chapter 121 You're dead to me. Chapter 150 Your overflowing love became impossible for you to contain So you decided to throw it all over me Your burning love making it's way all the way from my skin to my bones Eating at my flesh like crumbs Tell me, Was my rejection that corrosive? Chapter 162 Today, a little girl called me a Monster So I told her that monsters don't exist, Only humans with ego more fragile than a cracked glass Wolves wrapped up in sheep skin. But you, you are a human. To tell otherwise would excuse you from the burden of your crime. Take responsibility, do not deny. Chapter 202 I can finally look at myself in the mirror without cringing. Beneath the saggy and acid-torn skin, I'm still the person I raised myself to be. When a seed is buried, it does not die It sprouts into a beautiful tree You see, the acid may have burned off my leaves But my roots are still intact, even stronger than they used to be. Chapter 580 My saggy skin is now wrinkled, my hair is grey I'm a well stacked shelf of knowledge and memories And you, bare bones six-feet-under hell But I'll still tell you this, eye to eye That day, you ruined only my face Not my life. Chapter 1 It started at a bus stop With a hello and a gentle smile The boy with a friendly grin - innocent yet so wild A thought twitched deep inside of me, or maybe a feeling Telling me, this is not the end Just the beginning.