The reason its so hard to date me is because I'm broken. I mean mentally. I will wake up at 3am and start to try. Sometimes I will sit there for hours complaining about what's wrong with me and life while other days I'll push my self away and not say a word about why I am crying. You are introduced to this strong powerful girl then end up meeting someone who's been torn down and ripped apart. You will learn things about me that will hurt you, it will hurt to listen, and to know that I've gone through something like that. Then I relapse, I could be really happy one day then so depressed the next that I wont want to move or eat or speak it could last for a day or for a month. The reason it is so hard hard to date me is because its hard to keep up with me. To know that I am just a girl who's been made into nothing. Its too hard to handle my tears, my cuts, scars, bruises, past, anxiety attacks, depression, and heart so they leave or I leave because I notice the light in their eyes and smile slowly start to die. Its hard to be with me because while I destroy my self I won't notice that I am destroying you too. Because I apologize for everything. Because I am afraid of everything. Because im ****** up and you can not fix something as broken as me.

I feel like I'm drowning but in reality the only thing I'm drowning in is my own tears. My lungs are slowly being filled up with water that comes in the form of memories and I feel heavy but even though in order to drown you must be underwater I feel like I am on fire. Every cell in my body is burning with hurt, rage, and pain. I shake. I shake from the inside out like a ******* earthquake and I want to scream. But when I try nothing comes out because everything is silent when you're six feet under. Why can't I be helped. No body can help me but myself they say but I can't help somebody I don't know because when I am drowing I am no longer me.  I am everything that I don't want to be thrown together in one . a monster. A beast. A fool being held at gun point by her closest friend that they call PTSD. Torchered by the memories I tried so hard to forget. Memories of blue eyes on a cold winter night   or memories of her hands around my neck. Weather they are good or bad they all hurt me because they're memories of what I had . do you know what it feels to be set on fire to feel like you are melting the walls are spinning and your body feels heavy so heavy you can barely move every step you take feels like you're carrying the weight of the world on your back and you try to fight it but it's like the demons are whispering or screaming in your ears . you feel like youre falling but you're just standing still. You feel like youre dying your hearts racing and you can barely breath. that's how I feel. Its my panic attack. Yea. Its that bad.