I used to think I loved you, you had a very subtle way of making me feel that I needed you. You came about slowly, but lingered for a very long time. First introducing me into a new world and showing me things I had never seen before. I can't lie, you had me hooked. I watched out for you every single day, knowing you would find a way to surprise me, somehow. You made me feel powerful, kept me in this small bubble. It was only after a while that I fully understood the damage you had caused me, totally damaging my confidence, my self worth, my perception of EVERYTHING. I did not even realise that I was slowly being killed, because the torture felt so sweet. After willfully allowing you to harm me, I can only now finally say that I have found a new level of peace within my spirit, which does NOT consist of you. I am fighting the battle that you still place into my mind, and I am finding myself in periods of unaltered peace. You was merely death disguised as life. But you have been conquered.