Then came my breaking point, the one where I couldn't hold back anymore, the rage, the anger, they turned into something other than rage and violence, it's a thing I wish I could have done a long time ago, back before things got this bad, if I could do it then, maybe I wouldn't have gotten this bad, maybe then I would have beaten the darkness.
Here I lay now, crying, sobbing the darkness out of my soul, crying for what I have become, for what happened to me, for what's going to happen, I cried so hard, I couldn't stop.
If that wasn't bad enough, it's the three men who got me crying, it's the big scary man who kept trying to break me, maybe he managed too, it didn't take him long, but memories of being broken, of being hurt, they all came back, I can't survive this, I can't take being br
