She hates herself. But only a bit more that everyone else hated her. No one would tell her that they all despised her, they where to afraid to send the sad girl spiralling deeper into pit of darkness. The sad girl no longer knew how to feel about anything, she tried to numb the world from her existence. She was tired. Mentally and physically. She was tired of being a burden. She had anxiety and a fear in her head telling her not to talk to much, not to let anyone in, not to let anyone find out about this growing darkness in her chest. She was told by this fear to stay distant, let no one near, to not let anyone break down her walls that she spent so long on. Because if those wall broke, then she would break too. But she did the things she was told not to. She let him in, she let him get close, and he took that wall down brick by damn brick. She knew it would happen, she knew. But she couldn't care less. She needed a break from this painful darkness that surrounded her. She only saw the light when she was with him. She could be herself. The real her, when she was with him, she felt like she didn't have to worry. But, it was to good to be true. He broke her. Instead of continuing that slow brick by brick movement of takin. Down her walls, he smashed through them, just like he smashed her heart not long after. The broken pieces of her heart no longer fixable, she was left worse than she was in the beginning. He left, and she let the darkness take over.
