My venom

I said what I thought was right to say.  I don´t know if it was. I hope it was because I can´t take it anymore. I´m too weak to defend myself from you and you know that, and you use it. You use it hella good. It destroys me more and more every time you decide to jump back in my life, just to stay just enough for you to destroy my recovery from that sweet, sweet venom of yours that is still in my veins. I try to get it out but every time I get close to it you show up and fix me up with another dose. I´m starting to lose, to see a reason to fight it. Every time I try to fight it, I end up falling even worse than the time before. It´s my death sentence. You are my death sentence. It makes sense that something that once was my everything, my world, my life, my heart is the one thing that can kill me...