My love

Both parts of my life are found from pure strife. The people I love helped me through the mud. I take them like a drug. For they do not judge.
I go through withdrawal, when all i want is to squall, I will fall if they do not take my call.
I need to stop depending, for this world is slowly ending, my life i'm repenting as if I were sinning
This world I am beyond belief, the blade I pull out the sheath, that blade is made to bleed, my life is no longer meant to be.
My love is a shitshow, even as we all grow, my heart begins to slow.
My heart begins to speed, beyond my body's need, it's all for her, not for me, for I am soon to bleed.
If she ever were to bleed, then I would cease to breathe.
She was my everything, all my breath she brought to me. All the rest she has to become, feels like I'm becoming a sad example. I feel as if im sending her life into a scramble.