I was scared, frightened. Why?
Because of what he might do to me.
Hit me, abuse me, and maybe even rape me.
He wouldn't kill me.
No that would please me like no other
He tortures me.
Parts of my soul die.
Bit by bit. Piece by piece.
I'm slowly becoming nothing.
As my heart shatters so does my mind.
There is no soul left to bruise and batter.
Along time ago I was like everyone else.
Happy and Carefree.
But now I'm cold, heartless maybe.
I don't fell human anymore.
I don't leave the house, I barely eat
I sleep only to be woken by nightmares
After that I wonder while i lay in bed 'what's going to happen to me? Am i going to live?'
Those are the only thoughts running through my head.
I don't think cheerful thoughts anymore.
My aura, the air that surrounds me is more then depressing it suicidal
From what I look like, to what i wear.
I look at myself in the mirror and i see a ghost of who i was.
My skin is paper white.
People who said they loved me used to visit.
They would say i look like the living dead
And i would fully agree with them.
They used to say that my Ebony eyes used to have a sparkle to them that made them look like a starry night.
Now they don't say anything. Like I’m not heat anymore.
In the past I would smile and act.
But I’m tired of acting.
If they can't see me. Then they don't deserve to.
And the one person that caused this, my best friend.
The one i told everything to.
He caused me pain and now I’m nothing.
I Vanished.
I'm scared.