Sucking the Poison.

i dont owe you a thing, not an explaination, not an apology. friends promote growth, they dont stunt it. im not a disposable razor, you can't throw me away on garbage day. im not here to amuse you, or condone you. i was here because you wanted me. because i wanted you too. but now youre the lemming to another, one who wouldnt think twice of running again. shes done it before. shes left you in ashen snow, tired to the point where 'hate' wasnt that difficult to stay. and you think that i'm the cause, the problem, the infection. i dont owe you anything, but i don't mind allowing these words to slip. because i'm better off on my own, sucking the poison from my veins, preparing for the next attack.