Life

The burn. The pain. That’s what I miss most of all in times like these. When I first met him it was everything to me. A light in a very dark place. As time grew along, I started to realize that what I thought was a light in the dark was just a different kind of darkness. Who would have thought that a person that is supposed to love you no matter what will hurt you the most. The biggest problem with this is that I allow it to happen without stop. I tried once to leave to know what real love is but he pulled me back with the tricks and charms just to shatter me once more. I suffer from depression. I judge myself harder than anyone. Growing up being told I’m not good enough or pretty enough damaged me. Even at 32 years of age I still hear it from the people who claim to love me. Age 15 is the first taste I had of the burning pain that would control my life. The first time I picked up that blade. The first time I let something take control of my life. At age 19 is when I picked up