When will it end?
His words pierce me… like a million swords in my chest.
His tone… makes my jaw clench.
These physical … uncontrolled responses to this man… is becoming harder to hide.
My chest feels tight… and I struggle to breathe…
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
How much more can I take?
Why have I allowed this to get so far?
But how would I have known??
He played his cards right…
He knew my weaknesses…
Exactly how to build me up… only to knock me back down.
I didn’t notice the cycle… until one day I did.
It was my fault all along… I fell too hard.
I knew we didn’t belong together.
I was never enough for him… yet I dedicated my life to proving otherwise.
My self worth… my identity… my whole being… lost.
Now I am here… so deep in… that I can no longer see the surface.
I can no longer see the light at the end.
When does it end? I
The feeling in my chest getting tighter…
Desperately searching for an exit.
This can’t be my final destination.
By Janice Avilla