It was long long ago…. A place where I realized I was not happy…… Everyone tried to tell me everything was just fine and that nothing bad could happen to me… that was just one of many other lies. I wasn’t able to think of anything else, everytime i fell on my knees.. Every time I had to kiss feets…. Everytime i have to be in a lower position on everything…. I was…. I was just tired of it… I didn’t realize I was just harming myself…. Then one day…. I just wanted to end my life.. I felt like I didn’t have any choice…. Or- maybe I do have a choice… I- I just don’t want to take it. One day I accidentally ran into someone. The guy and I made eye contact, I felt so-.. I didn’t know what to do at that moment- that I RAN AWAY! I didn’t know how to explain it but I felt something. I-I just don’t know how to explain it.