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(Day 2) Asher had me make a deal with him to stop cutting and burning along with him to stop. I guess as his girlfriend I should at least try. Oh yea, he asked me out today on October 30th. I guess a good thing happened today until I got home to see my mom with some other guy at our house.

How did you fall so lowly mother?

~Anelaya

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Anelaya P.O.V.

Isn't it funny how happiness can be taken away just as fast as it came. How reality can be too rough on the sensitivity.  Perhaps life is a tortuous game; torturment, to show who strong and whose not, to see who would last the longest of such torture.

This includes anything to cause such depression.  When you think it's finally a new year. The other wasn't so great so you wish for happiness in this one. But it looks like it'll be the same as the other.

-Poem Entry From Anelaya Diary-

《¤》Welcome...《¤》

' The light shines brightly, yet all I see it as is darkness. A darkness full of taunts and tortuous voices and as you walk further in, you hear the voices in your head. The fast moving shadows on the walls. The screaming and crying of yours that echo through the never ending halls. You scream you want to leave. You cry saying "No, No, No.."  or "It's not true," or to "Leave me alone!" But darling your living life in your head. Everything you hear or see is the game your mind loves playing. "Welcome to the torture!" They say.'

~End Of Poem Entry~

The voices gotten worse.  They become too hard to shut out. Their always there, always lurking when I'm at my weakest.

Mother please help me.. I think their trying to kill me.

~ Anelaya.

I own this poem. I made, please don't plagiarize my writing.

-Imperfections.