I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE

It’s a lot.

It’s too much.

How far do you need to go down the line before you will say enough is enough?

She.

So demanding.

Always asking for more, yet she doesn’t tell you what she is thinking.

She assumes that you can read her mind and know what she wants.

She doesn’t make you bleed, but the scratching is enough to make you want to tear your skin off.

You are disgusted, disappointed, and completely saddened.

It can be something very small.

But in her eyes and through the words that slip from here lips, it is the entirely of everything.

There is no way out.

You know it is useless, because she does not listen and will not hear.

It feels like playing a game where you will always be lower, inferior, and disregarded.

She has a partner.

He.

He is like a monster.

A humongous, enormous, lumpy monster.

When he does nothing, he is just a monster sitting there.

But when he erupts, the ground shakes and the skies darken.

It is so bad you feel like your days left on earth have shorten.

You hate it.

You utterly hate it when things are heading south because of these two.

You think it is ugly and stupid.

Completely pointless and childish.

You also think there is no hope and no way out.

The only way is to get out of here.

Just like the one before you that did and left.

The other one saw it and escaped when there was a chance.

You think the other one is a coward.

A dog running away with its tail between its legs.

Yes, a sly, sloppy and carless coward.

But look at the other one.

The other one got away, and you are here.