She was my world. My hopes, my dreams, my entire being. She brought me happiness and joy, she was my light in my dark soul. This story has a twist, it isn't just fairy tales and happy endings, this story ends in pain and betrayal. She twisted my thinking and bent me at her will, she had me rapped around her finger and pulled my strings when she needed me to pick her up and then tossed me away when she was done sucking me dry. As soon as I'd heal my tattered heart and soul, she'd rip it apart again. I thought she was the only thing keeping me alive, but in all reality, she was what was making me want to die. To take the razor and slice my skin open until I bleed out, to take a handful of pills and down them a handful at a time, to drink a bottle of bleach, to just end all of the braking she was doing to me. I only have two questions, when will it stop, and how will it stop, will it be from me finally giving into temptation, or will she finally use the rest of what keeps me barely alive.
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Parts of my soul
RandomThis is just a collection of little pieces of my mind in story from that I can never finish or make better, so this will probably suck but if you read it then you can't make mean comments because I suck
