The betrayal… It cuts deep and you don’t even realize how torn up I am on the inside. You don’t see the swollen eyes that teared up all night; all you see is my makeup. You don’t see my attempts on my wrist. You don’t see the bruises on my legs from my own fists. All you see is the shell of me. I am fading away, and you don’t seem to care. I’m slowly losing myself in every sense of the word. I want to stand by your side, but at what cost? Myself? Most likely.