End

Alone. Dark. Shade. Night. Break. Escaping the past. That was easier. Atleast my bruises were black. Atleast my cuts were deep. Atleast my life lost was an over dose or a suicide ir something in between. Non of this he said she said on repeat. I am in defeat. Quit. Then they win. End. For what. How can I let this be harder then the dark days then then harder days. How is this harder then the burnt faze. Metal on my tongue. Clocked ready. Stay silent no. End the violence now, probably not. Im on repeat, but this time my hurt isnt visible, thats so much worse.

I can get through this...