I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

I'm with you because I want to be with you

Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.