Rayne

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All my life, I hadn't had a bit of affection.

My family hated me.

My peers mocked me.

My only friend in the world was my journal.

When he started coming to me, my whole world seemed to sew itself back together.

I fell in love with him...

But to him, I was only a toy.

He had sex with me, and left me.

The process repeats itself.

I'll feel broken down and useless, he'll work his way back in, then he'll tear me back down again.

Think of me as a thread.

The more I'm used, the less of me there is.

Soon, I'll be all used up.

I'm praying God not to let it happen.

But of course, God doesn't answer all prayers...

I don't know why I keep trying.

I don't know why I'm even still here.

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