Have you ever been in a place so dark, that you didn't know which way to turn, because anywhere you turned there was no escape? You just end up feeling so fucking hollow and drained that life doesn't seem to have any meaning at all. In the end, you decide to do what you can to try and make it end.
My solution was to cut myself as deep as I could, without then passing out. I could practically taste the metal as I would press it hard into my skin. I'd be crying, shaking, hiding in the bathroom as my boyfriend raged outside the door, making the pain worse. It was the only thing that would help after the endless fighting, after the beatings that sometimes lasted so long. I just wanted to leave, but how could I? I had nowhere else to go, no-one else who cared enough to notice what was wrong.
It was up to me to leave, but how could I leave the only person who loved me? There is so much fucking agony, yet so much relief with him. Leaving him, it was like breaking chains. Chains made of the strongest metal, that burnt and tore parts of my flesh away the more I ripped them off. He'd shredded every part of me, so why did leaving tear apart the biggest chunk of me?
Why was I so glad to be free of the person who loved me?
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Annie, Baby
Romance"Who is Annie?" To know, you'd have to know the past. To know the past, you'd have to break down her walls. To break the walls, you'd have to understand. Yet, no-one does.
