This isn't fair, on me or on him, its not fair.
He cant be my reason for not giving up, he cant be my safety net, my saviour.

I lie in bed beside him, hungry, weak and hopeful. I turn my back to ana, and turn into him, cling to his warmth and tell myself its all going to be OK because this man is going to save me.

I cant save myself, i don't want to, but i want him to. I dream about it, about him saving me from this existence, rescuing me and bringing me out of this nightmare into the world.

Am i worth saving?