Or more aptly; self-destruction.
Yet again, a year on I manage to make the same mistakes and hurt any and every thing that I allow to come close to me.
I am a poison, a mind altering drug, of which I am immune. In that I am not fooled into loving me.
I am free of tgat burden, so I must try my hardest to help those of which my poison ensnared.
JM - P&L