Surrounded and alone. Sick of the abuse. Of feeling less then I am. I want to let go but I am woven into the cycle. The person I am is pushed to the bottom. No one can save me. My choices have led me here. A moment of silence is freedom. To be somewhere else away from the chaos. I gave up what bring joys. And for what errands? Need to choose better thru the dispair.
It’s a monster inside of me. It tears on the inside, like glass rolling around. It feeds on my energy. I can’t walk without terror. When I feel so alone it is present. I don’t know if I can exist without it. It is my mine and over powers my strength. God help me.