I find myself in a never ending circle of hurt. I come to you when I need someone to listen. But you hurt me more than I was before. You just added to my pain. I leave you for a while but you are so addictive. You are my drug, no matter how much you hurt me, I keep coming back. I need more to make up for all that I have lost. And in the end you will be what kills me, Not the actual problem I'm facing but the fact that no matter what I do. I'm never good enough for you.
