He broke her. Destroyed her. Shattered her dreams and her soul felt incomplete. And the worst of all, she still loved him. And she knew she always would. Afflictive how her saviour turned out to be the poison for her spirit. To her, he had always been the light to her dark world, and yet here she was……sitting on her bathroom floor with a blade in her hand, debating her own worth. For once, when he was there, she had felt beautiful like she was worth something. She knew love hurts. And she always feared he would end up leaving her just like everyone else had, and yet she had taken a leap of faith with him. Trusted him with a hope in her fragile heart that he would be the one to heal her scarred soul.
It was hard for her to hold on to a life she despised, knowing she was and always will be alone. Suffering emotional distress every waking moment and hating on her own self and left her weak and with an enervated will. No, she wasn’t one of those gals who self harmed for a boy, she hated those. Rather she was one of those who had held her heart out one too many times and now she was left with hurt broken pieces.
With no one to call her own, not even herself…….she was tired. Just so tired. And she just wanted to sleep and not wake up to pain and suffering again. She had shown him her scars and he had made promises of love and healing and then suddenly, left her all alone to fight her inner demons once again. He was her strength in the dark and he had now abandoned her.
So now the question was, how to fight? WHY to fight? Wouldn’t it be just blissful to just…..let go?