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Damaged Love

Love can kill you, literally.

By Destiney HarbourPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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"I gave you so much, literally you took it all. Everything that has ever meant anything to me is gone. As soon as I met you, I feel in love with the way you made me feel. You promised you would take all of my pain away, at first you felt so ideal. You soon became the only thing that mattered, you began to control everything I did. I mean, how could you just take advantage of me like that? I was only just a kid. You're so sick, you made me believe all of the lies that you tell. It's been years now and you still continue to put me through hell. I left my family for you, I even dropped out of school. I just gave up on everything that ever meant anything to me. I tried & I try to leave you, but I know you will never let me be free. You know all of my weaknesses, you know how to drive me completely insane. You know exactly what to do so that I will need you again. When in all alone, you convince me that you are my only friend. You take and you take & all you give me is more problems to face and the pain I already had in the first place. After I come down, and your feeling goes away, I hate myself for using you to cope with the pain. I wished I could forget about you , like I never even knew what you were. Because this sickness that you have given me, well it just doesn't have a cure. You are my addiction & I will never escape you. You lie to me, constantly tempt me, and you will continue too. I never thought something as evil & deceitful as you, could make me feel so small. You make me feel so pathetic, like I don't even know who I am anymore. But I guess this is my fault, I can't say that I wasn't warned. I saw what the drugs had done to my mom. I watched her lose everything that she loved, so I should have known that it was wrong. I can't change it now, what's done is done. I just wished you wouldn't of took me, whenever I was so young. My whole life I have been searching for love, and i guess I found love, in the form of a drug...."

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