Hostage

"I would hate my life if I were you." I have. I do. It haunts me, and hurts to hear that, with whole hearted honesty, another feels the same. Hidden. Heavy. A hue of myself... with hardly a hope for healing. Having a hard time with this. Harder than I can handle. Harder than humane. Hard enough to want to ask for help, but my hero from this hell holds me hostage here.