the end

Trapped. Trapped again. Trapped in this cycle that sometimes stops but never goes away completely.

And with every cut the shame runs deeper. And with every scratch the pain grow less. And with every burn the little mocking voice gets louder.

"This is your life. Its who you are. It defines you. Its all you'll ever be."

And no matter how many times other people tell me, and no matter how many times I try to convince myself...I'll never be anything more.

This is everything. This is me. Forever.


The End.