I've been with you for as long as I can remember. You seem to be the only constant thing in my life no matter how hard I try to get rid of you.

Filling myself with drugs and alcohol might make me forget about you for a little while but I always go to bed feeling hollow. I know that you're just a part of who I am now and I'll never be able to escape you.

That doesn't mean I'll ever stop fighting you.

I'll continue to look for things that make me happy and I'll keep getting out of bed in hopes that it's going to be a better day.

I think I'm more scared of beating you then being your slave because I'm so used to being your little bitch. I know that I have the capability of being more than that depressed girl who never leaves her bed.

I felt it. For a brief moment, I become me. I'm not sure who I am when you're not with me. I just know that it's unfamiliar territory. Instead of embracing the unknown, I have been running away from it. So I make excuses to keep myself from being more than you would ever allow me.

I'm tired of being in this unhealthy cycle of constantly feeling useless, like a waste of space, like the whole world is out to make me feel this way. It's untrue and I'm sick of it. Yes, you're a part of me but I'm ready to move on from you.

But I'll never forget you.

One day you'll be nothing but a memory, but you'll still alway be there in the back of my mind.

Thanks for making me, me. I hope I never see you again.