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Oct 2014
He doesn't deserve this.

As the cuts on my wrists turn to scars,
his hands itch for the nearest blade;

as I lie in my bed, my pillow dry for the first time,
his pillow absorbs his tears and reminds him of his nightmares;

as I get 6 hours of sleep,
he lies awake afraid of the silence
       6:00 am, he no longer needs an alarm clock.

                                                               ­                                 
As I get better
                                                                ­                                 he gets worse.


My demon ****** the life out of me and moved on to him.
I wish to rid my demon off his back;
everyday I see my demon drain
him;
like a hostage forced to watch it's torment,
  hands bound,
      gagged mouth,
           mascara stained cheeks.

He doesn't deserve this.
I've started to get better but its hard when you feel guilty for causing someone else's suffering. i am so sorry for doing this to you.
Athea
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Athea  Abu Dhabi
(Abu Dhabi)   
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