Poison of the Heart

I am the worst type of poison. I do not work quickly, nor quietly. In fact, it takes a long while for my lethal nature to be revealed. At first I seem as if a candy or a hot, home cooked meal on a cold night. My victims are at first overjoyed to have me.... But as time passes, the joy fades to numbness, the life and light you once had fade, and what you swore you would always love you begin to hate. Yet still you take of my poison, determined to be right, that I am the one that is meant to be and all will turn out fine. More time passes and you try your best to go on but now you find that others blame you for the anger and pain you are going through. No one notices the poison I made destroying everything you thought you knew. Then finally the day comes, you are at the end of your rope but still you take the poison as if searching for some sign of hope. And so with pity and some morbid sense of mercy I deal the final blow: I leave you alone in the dark and call it saving you, all the while knowing it was I who broke you. I am the worst type of poison: a lie, a fantasy, a wolf in sheep's clothing. A misconception of the mind and heart despite my many warnings. But who is to blame the poison, I can not change the way I was made; but nor can I blame those who take me for they are only trying to save me. My only question left unanswered is how many times will I destroy before my poison itself completely destroys me.