I wanted to leave him. Hate him. But it's like he was controlling me. Like I couldn't get away from him.
As if I was his possession.
But turns out, I'm a lot more than that.
I wanted to leave him. Hate him. But it's like he was controlling me. Like I couldn't get away from him.
As if I was his possession.
But turns out, I'm a lot more than that.
I walked out of hell starting my way to work.
It was pouring rain and I heard a car slow down behind me.
I then heard a man say "Need a ride?"
I looked at him and said "No thank you I'll just walk...