The Light

When obsession is mistakenly confused for love, lies become truth and every single word or thought, each and every move you make, becomes wrong. Legs become leaden, lips tight, mouth dry, you live in the shadows, your entire existence depends on avoidance.
It's getting darker now, a matte black canvas above me, a foreboding depth of nothingness, beckoning me forward, as if all this time I had been digging downward instead of up, tunneling deeper into my own grave. God please, there has to be away out, this cannot be the fate that I'm intended.
Trigger Warning: Mental/Physical Abuse