Fragmented Existence

I wish
I could
Hide
My face
From you
From everyone
Erase it
All
Like
Some sort
Of bad
Dream
Purge
My reality
And wipe
The bitter
Slate, clean
People think
I'm some
Sort of
Story
And nothing
That
Horrid
Could ever
Dare to
EXIST
And yet
I do
I exist
In this
FRAGMENTED
Place
A cutter
Who not
Only
Has
To hide
Her face
But her
Arms and legs
Too
My fault
They say
I should've
Stayed strong
But I was
NEVER
Strong
All along
No one
You say
Can harm
You
As much
As you
Harm yourself
And yet
That doesn't
Mean they
Cant
Try
Now does
It