My life was an abyss of darkness. I was constantly trying to climb out but found it exhausting. The reflection I saw in the mirror disgusted me. Every time I stared back at myself I hated what I saw. That feeling, the one of self loathing, well it feels as if little pieces of your soul are cracking within you. Day after day my world was grey and stormy. My head was up in the clouds thinking about how much happier I would be if I was dead. My life served no purpose...until I met her. This was not the situation where the girl comes in and saves the boy. Kissing his scars and making him happy once again. No, it was nothing like that, because she too was stuck in her darkness. She was a beautiful disaster. We listened to each other, because we were the only ones who truly heard one another. She never tried to fix me, because she knew, I was not broken in a way that could be fixed. I'm like a shattered glass you can try to put me back together but you'll never succeed. I thought I would hurt her and That was the last thing I wanted to do, because with her my days were still grey but the rain was gone. And for a while we lived miserably together, and we were happy. Unfortunately the happiness they teach you your whole life, the fairy tale endings, the perfect couple growing old together, well, that's all lies. Nothing is ever okay. Because once you think you have all the pieces of the glass put back together, it cuts you
