I can't depend on those who have brought me to where I am.
The air I breathe is poison
Filled with toxic love
Love is desolate and hurtful emotion.
I am not a weak person, but you're killing me..
..not slowly or gradually, your pushing blow after blow.
You could've cut me over and over and it would hurt less than this,
I swear you're killing me.
I love you.
With every breath I take, I suffocate.
For it's you I'm thinking of.
Why can't we just talk for once?
I'm dying from the inside out.
A little more everyday.
An infection of your rejection,
And it will not go away.
You're a fatal disease without a cure..
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