Angel of Death

Betrayal hurts. It slowly devours you, from the inside to the outside. It makes your heart throb painfully for something that you know you can never have. It makes your muscles ache from all the work you put into trying to feel emotion. It gives you blinding pain in your mind from trying to unscramble all your thoughts, driving you insane.
I know what's it like, all of it. I've suffered from it, starting at the age of eighteen. The pain, the sorrow, the urge to break into mad laughter and break once and for all. It's better to be broken than be suffering. Because when you're insane, you don't have lust for something you can't have. You don't want to feel emotion, so you don't work for it. You don't think, because it just a hopeless mess anyway.
This has been my life since I was betrayed. Even if he picked me up, tried to give me a better life, he doesn't understand what I need to be lured away from the cliff that is beckoning me, calling me to jump into the waters of insanity.