When you argue with this certain someone it's like arguing with a brick wall or death. You can't win. Some way or some how this person will always find a way to push you down. It calls me ugly. It tells me to just grab the rope. Sometimes I actually almost take the rope. Sometimes it's so bad I can't bare to see the light anymore. It is the reason way I have trust issues. The reason why I cry at night. The reason why I'm always alone, even when someone is there. It is the reason I fear. Why I'm so insecure. Why I think just grabbing the rope, the gun, the knife, or the pills might just free me from this hell. It hates me. I hate it. It is the reason why it's hard to love. Why I'm dying on the inside. Why my heart is just glass that has already smashed, and I can't put it back together. It is the reason I used to have scars. It is a person called depressed, lonely, pained self. It needs help. It needs to stop.
