Save me, please. Save me from her. I know you see me.
You see, and she keeps ignoring my messages, my cries for help.

I'm literally becoming more transparent with every second, with every day I live in this personal hell.

My personal hell.

Who would have thought that one day I was the victim and the executioner. Only I didn't think I could lose control. That she could live without me.

My heart has been torn from my chest long ago. The cracks are only parting. Every morning when she comes here to the mirror - I see new ones and new ones...

The whole horror is that she understands everything perfectly, knows about me, how much I am hurt and scared. But does nothing, continuing to live in denial.

Doesn't she understand that we are inseparable? What will happen the day I disappear?

Save me, I beg you! Say something to her already! Save me or I'll just become a transparent nothing...