imjustanonymous
I never thought that the day that I die would be here on the cold tile in my bathroom. But I guess it will be. I guess. I left him the letters I wrote too in the time that I've been trapped here.
She won't let me out. She won't let me go back to the one I love.
I've lost my mind, they say. I'm crazy, they say. I need help, they say.
They think that they know what's best for me, but they know nothing.
The numbness disappeared only a week ago. Since then, the voices took over. They told me that she was going to do this, and now that its done, they praise her. And they praise me with promises of no more pain, and a dark place. A dark place to crawl into and no one would be able find me. Not even the brightest light, or the magnetic pull of him could make me come out of this place.
Even his bright blue eyes couldn't pull me out.