It's near impossible to pinpoint the exact moment you died inside. It's even harder telling your parents that it's not the boy making you crazy but the malicious voice in your head telling you, you're not good enough. You will never be good enough. And what's most difficult is trying to explain to them that he makes you feel whole inside and like you're not damaged goods. He drags you out of No Man's Land where there's nothing but your demons hiding around every corner, waiting to attack. To tell you you're not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough. The ones who make it hard to get out of bed in the morning. You're not good enough. They stole your happiness long before you noticed it was gone. You're not good enough. They lured you into that back alley and robbed you of your soul. You're not good enough. So someone please tell me, how do I tell you that the lights left my eyes long before he came along?