constantly under pressure, I’m going to crack. sanity is slowly slipping away. injuring might not even help anymore. The memories, the nightmears… I can still feel their  hands on my skin, his voice, the sickingly sweet smell in the air.

I’m on my oun… i cant ask for help. i cant tell anybody. Ever. no one knows i lost my soul long ago. i need to run far away. i cant go back to that place… i cant come back, im not who i was…