It was a leech that destroyed me. A leech who bit into my soul. A leech that drained me from all my power. The feeling of sand just filling your lungs. So dry, yet addicting.
I’m crazy, maybe. I’m stupid, so they say, but this leech had control over my body. He drained my spirit and caused me to feel nothing.
A void inside my heart. A gaping black hole that leads nowhere. The dryest evilest place that was once so pure.
The damning pain within overwhelms my body. The numbness of never feeling trust again. The “What ifs” and the “I’m not good enough” that haunts my head is so taunting my brain could explode.
The attacks so early in the morning, no good morning messages just yelling right from the start. The panic attacks that go unnoticed by his sight because he doesn’t care enough, yet swears he loves.
What does he love?
The broken glass that lies on the floor puts the shock in my heart. I realize that these pieces are parts of me that I can never get back. My body is balding from its emotion and no one seems to care.
I’m forced to put up a wall and act like a perfect princess.
I’m broken and it haunts me every day…