You don’t know what it’s like to stare at the ceiling at four in the morning wishing that when you shut your eyes, you will die. It’s hard you know. Being. It’s hard being when the world seems like it’s completely against you. There’s nothing you can do to change this because its completely out of your hands. A while back my feelings woke me up in the middle of the night and at that moment I knew that I never wanted to see the sunrise. I hated myself. I hated myself. I hated… my self had become someone else’s I needed something that could replace this… this hatred for myself and he wasn’t helping. He made me lose all my friends he made my family hate me he made me cry until tears couldn’t fall down my face anymore and I was staring into a wall thinking fuck this all. I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t interested when we first met but he had his ways set and he knew what he was doing. Tell me again what is it that you wanted? was it your chance to get me famous when you told me that all women were dangerous and the only way to survive was to kill all in a world that contained this?… look what you made me do. You made me forget all and love only you. You made me think that scaring was the only way to get through and its cool that you said no one would ever love me that my heart would stay cold that id never ever have anyone to hold.