taking a break where i can

the drugs
fuck everything up
and everything is a drug
so what does that say?

nothing…
it rips out your heart
and tears out your soul
and everything you loved
and all of your love
you trash and destroy
and blame
and ignore

it’s not you
it’s not even me
it’s everything we allow inside us
that ruins it all

we let the shit that kills us in
before we let each other in

open the door for the devil
but put up a wall for me

it breaks my heart
that i have to let you go
it breaks my heart
that you don’t try to make me stay

it breaks my heart
but
it was me who gave my heart away

 

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