I was an innocent bug lured in by the false hopes of safety; you were like a spider. You promised me the world, and I believed you could give it to me. You lead me right into your web -- a trap you constructed with intertwining lies and actions that all lead up to my capture. I became stuck, and the harder I struggled, the more I became stuck.

I grew weak, my fighting slowed to mere widdles, and you thought you had me. You crawled from the darkness like some sort of evil monster and began to wrap me up in your lies and anger.

Black and blue and purple and yellows were the only colors I saw any more after that; they covered my skin like a sunkissed tan. From your dark corner, your doorway to the hell you created, you watched me. You watched me with those black soulless eyes as I died on the inside. No one should ever feel so helpless, so hopeless or so dead on the inside.

I thought I loved you, spider, I just thought you didn't know better and that was how you expressed your love. Bite by bite, you sucked every last piece of me away, leaving me empty. I lost myself and often wondered who I was anymore as I hung in your web. Why did I let this happen? Did you even care? I watched from my trapped perch as the world spun around me while I lay almost dead and motionless. You would crawl out and give my gifts occasionally.

As time passed, the gifts became rarer until they stopped altogether. I believe the only reason you gave me small gifts was to make yourself feel better for how you treated me. I was left hanging for dead, and I accepted that I lead myself to my own death.

Somehow a fire was lit inside of me; I began to fight back, and I was stronger than ever before. I tore right through your web of lies and fell-fell-fell to the ground. You lost me that night as I ran out into the darkness; I escaped your trap and glamor. I never once looked back to your web.

I only ran forward.