To whom it may concern,

You once made me happy.

In fact, you once were my dream and what I wanted for my future, so much that I had given up everything I had ever come to believe was true and correct. You corrupted my thoughts and plagued them with your sick words, infected my world like a plague that held no cure, ailing me and killing me softly. Tenderly, you caressed my mind and like the sadist in which you are, you broke and bended it to your will.

You chained me down, torturing me with your actions and because I was chained, you thought that you stood higher than me. You turned your back the moment I needed you most and left me in the freezing cold, pretending to not hear my desperate pleading to stop. You rejected my reaching hand, bruised my already torn ego, and allowed me to fall in love with a lie you were selling.

I once looked up to you, before I even knew you, I admired you heavily, so heavily. You were brave, unafraid of expressing your struggles and allowing those who struggled beside you, to hope to have your strength. Yet it was false strengt