It's Never Too Late

It's never too late to start over.
I haven't done it in awhile but I don't know when's the last time I did it.
I love doing it...
but it's bad for me.
It makes me feel good...
but my parents don't like it
Honor thy father and thy mother right?
PLEASE!!!!!
I don't know what my life would be like without it
I don't know if I can live without it
I don't want to live without it for the rest of my life
PLEASE!!!!
Help me.

It's that simple.

Just ask for some help
If you can't do it alone....
Someone will help you

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#LovePeaceProgression

March 16, 2011

There have been countless times that I've been told "I love you..."
That same amount were lies.
Numerous nights I've been forced to wipe tears from my eyes but I always go back.
I always go back to the hurt...
I always go back to the heartache...
I always go back to the pain...
it pulls me back, I'm attached, like a fixture, like an immovable structure...a monument...
because throughout time the story I tell remains the same.
He loves me, he loves me not, he leaves me now me is all I got, time and time again.
Addicted to this game...think I'm winning but I lose.
But that's what I choose to do...
I place myself in these positions...it's an illness that can't be fixed with prescriptions.
It's an addiction.
Without this false sense of security I find in most men...I shake, I tremble, I can't breathe.
I'm trying to stay with him but it's way passed my time to leave.
I want to be free but... I can't.
I'll never change.
Addicted to the hurt, addicted to the game, I'm addicted to heartache, I'm addicted to pain.