No Hope.

Breathing feels as though I’m being tormented.Waking up in the morning strains my heart that little bit more.Acting as though I’m happy infests the majority of my mind.I seek peace through knowing that leaving this world is the inevitable.I’m told to heal myself, but how is that possible when those who tell me are the problem. They’ve ruined me. I let them ruin me. All that remains are the ruins of a girl, interrupted. Breathing feels as though I’m being tormented. Waking up in the morning strains my heart that little bit more. Acting as though I’m happy infests the majority of my mind. I seek peace through knowing that leaving this world is the inevitable. I’m told to heal myself, but how is that possible when those who tell me are the problem. They’ve ruined me. I let them ruin me. All that remains are the ruins of a girl, interrupted.