I broke. Last fight.He will continue to try. Or at least that's what he says. He is going to realize that I'm not worth it. My attempts have increased. My numbers have decreased. My battle scars increase. It gets worse. I get them daily. I hear them more often. I want them to go away. I pretend to be okay. People believe me.I've been this way for two years. He can't help me. I'm insane. I'm fading away. She is gone. It is all me that is left. I have to accept it. But I simply can't. They get longer. I'm a freak. Worthless. I can't be loved. If someone gets to close they will see me. They will run. I will be alone. I'm gone. Helpless. One thing that keeps me alive is how hard I fell. I fell for someone that I can't call mine. That is what hurts the most. He is blind. I can't go on. I don't have a choice though. I'm not happy. At All. My strings have snapped. I'm hanging on by one thread.
