love death depressed depression sad suicidal suicide lonely pain hurt alone hate self harm self hate cut cutter cutting die dead cry dying nothing tears sadness useless worthless self destruction pathetic unwanted unloved i hate myself
The me I was before he destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem I had, and beat me down until I no longer resembled that person. Then he moved on and left me broken and battered, and always blamed ME
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She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.