I'm reminiscing back to events that took place three years ago. I'm spiraling downward just thinking about the way you managed to deceive me for so long.

I was 15. Young and naive and the way your devilish eyes looked down on me made me know there was no escaping your possession.

You fed me lie after lie and with every one I fell in a little deeper, constantly digging around for reason, further more burying myself in my own death bed. I lay mesmerized between cold sheets. My warm pulse clinging close to your icy dead skin, I trusted you...

A year later the soul that lived inside me so alive and well doesn't live there anymore. You shot that down with every insult you fired straight toward every ounce of self confidence I struggled to make for myself over the years. Shattering every piece of me one by one.

I was alone then. Left with a blurry vision in the mirror. Left with no clear conception of who I really was.

There were nights I wasn't sure I slept but I wasn't alive enough to know if I was awake either. The days past and the portions got smaller. My waist became smaller. My thoughts became larger and I became stronger.

There's no telling if I'll ever be the same again.