I am a drug you wouldn't want to ever take.

Whatever mean you'd say, 

I shouldn care anymore. 

Why do I do myself torture to read something that kills me on the inside? 

Over and over you ripped open the wounds, 

Tugging me behind till I couldn't breathe. 

Love, what's love? 

Love is patient, love is kind, love doesn't take offense. 

I'm sorry I am a messed up kid. 

And tonight I don't wish to speak. 

I would say it's for the best, 

Quarrels, sleepless nights to sleepless days. 

All I wanted was to be happy. 

I wish I don't have to be sorry for my feelings. 

And there isn't strength left for even wanting to take defense. 

-a.g