Midnight Thoughts

Love

All I hear, everyday is love is a drug. It hurts you, twists you from the inside out and kills you slowly, one step at a time. It takes up your time, your mind, you heart, and in the end, you life. You devote everything you are, will be and were to it. You make it your number one, but what about those who prioritize wrong. What about the ones who take the real drug? Take the drug that's trying to kill you, complain about your problems and then complain as your death rises from a image in the future to reality. Your heart on a ventilator, not being able to stand alone, on your own. Being poked, prodded by people in white. A room with no color. A life with no meaning. A person with no identify. You just become one of them. A stranger. A statistic. A word. Nothing more. No meaning. You become nothing. Who did this to you? You did. You choose this ending. You did.