You were supposed to take the ache away, to protect my swollen eyes. Dry my unending tears.

Now you've redirected my ache , you've turned it into something destructive to me, something that seems to keep me as a prisoner, makes me appear like a loser.

How can I ever explain myself to someone to make them understand. That I'm stuck with a psychotic being, who have had his claws thrusted in to my heart, who have left me with no choice of an...