Resurrect me

Maybe I should resurrect this page. Give justice to it. I feel like writing here again, all my pains, all the hurts, the darkness. It's all coming back. I was wrong for saying you're a different person now. So wrong. The fact is, this was the old you. Someone who took joy in watching me bleed on the ground, bleed to my death. And yet you kicked on me and wanted me to hurry dying. This was you. And you are so back.

I want to as stay far away from you as possible. I'm just so scared of you right now. Scared than I ever could get. You are a monster ready to devour me anytime. You tied me hands and feet  and spat on me, slapped me on the face over and over and pulled my hair and hit my head on the wall. What hurt the most was the fact that you spat on my face. I can never forget that. Never mind the bruises, never mind my head being hit on the wall. But your saliva on my face, it's way beyond what I could imagine from someone who hates me and loathes me like I am the worst person on earth.

We both do not know what happened to us anymore. We have gone too far from how we've started. I was willing to do everything to make things right. But you just hate me so much you won't even reach out for my hand.

I want to let go. Once again, I'm saying this. Please let me let you go. There's nothing for us in the future. Only pains and scare and death.