Why do I feel like this?

Who do I do this to myself?

Why does he make me feel disgusted, the one man I 'loved'?

Why don't I feel sad?

Is it because I already knew?

I knew he would brake me.

I knew that would've come soon.

He caused me blood.

He hit me but, his words would always hurt the most.

I thought he loved me

Hell he even made a toast

He said I was alone.

He caused me to believe that I was alone.

That he was all I had

That if he wasn't in the bed I would just go mad.

I couldn't sleep for years.

He caused those tears

Those empty whines in the mirror.

He caused those scars

For what?

More years of tears.

Blood dripped down my body for what fel like eternity

I never got help till he drove me to my near

He would twist all my fears

All my emotions?

In one ear then he would whisper

You're never safe not even when I'm here

He was my fear

I thought he was my best friend

I've known him for years

Now tell me something

Is there more to life?

Is there more to life then just heartbrake and love?

Or are we stuck...