Do It For Her

Love,a drug that is slowly killing me like meth, leaving me starving and sleepless. Taking me over,dragging me into the cracks. I hate the emotion I feel when I'm around her but yet, she still worth dying for.

I still don't understand. She weres a mask that she think she can hide in but it is hopeless. She oppoise the idea of giving it up and letting go of the core feeling that she dragging around. If wish I fight for her, kill her demons and get a glimpse of a real smile. She hold on all this pain but there is always relfie and it is me.