I dreaded waking up in the morning and spent my time searching for new highs. I refused to faced truths until forced to, and once facing them still i chose to run. i spent my years longing for an end to my suffering and chose to endure it with self inflicted pain. i slit my wrists and took more drugs than i could name. i was infatuated with an idea of something i couldn't be and chased a love where i was used only for lust. i was lied to, misused, had my body torn apart and taken advantage of yet still fought for last bit of purity i had left.
i hated my mother and yelled at my sister, i was so unbalanced the slightest form of anger would overcome me and the smallest fragment of sadness would break me. i punched mirrors, lit fires and thought rehab was a downfall. happiness was a myth, something you read about in stories and only saw in movies. i was constantly betrayed, caught in conflict, and hit rock bottom one hundred and one times. i was known as a liar, burned all my bridges of trust, and had no care for tomorrow.
