I felt so safe around him. Little did I know how dangerous he actually was. He was toxic. With snap of his fingers I was under his command. He could make me do anything even if I wasn't willing to do it. I like to tell myself he meant nothing, but he meant the world to me and more.
He made me hate myself, but I loved him.  
He hurt me more often than I'd like to admit, but his sweet nothings could make me forget everything in an instant.
He made me want to die, but he's the reason I'm still alive.
He picked me up, but pushed me right back down into the dark abyss I was previously in.
He told me he loved me, but he's the reason I can't stand myself.
I was scared. Scared of what I would be without him. He made me who I am.  I was addicted, but I lost him.


                      
                                  B­.S.