The hollow emptiness isn't what made this hell.
The scars of the past isn't what caused me pain.
The screams and horrific cried isn't what scared me.
It wasn't the soulless people, the dark carving their name into my bones, or the way they whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
It was you showing up and taking that knife you threw into my back back, and using it to rip my heart out.
