Why would I help you
when all you’ve done
is take?
You took my heart,
my pride,
my soul,
my breath.
And still you turn to me,
knowing I’ll cave
and let you back in
in an attempt to save.
How can I help you
when I cannot help myself?
Why should I help you
when it only hurts
what little love
I have left?
#tbt
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