Last Words Poem by Josilinia Plyman

Love is a word that can be used to cover a lot of bad things. People will hurt one another and call it love. Sometimes love isn't enough. When a person hurts you, your family, rewrites your dreams to fit in his customized box, makes you feel threatened, or takes joy in causing you pain - it is not love. For some of us, it takes walking right up to rock bottom, right into physical danger, and into a room with seemingly no exits to realize that. When your demise whispers 'I love you' enough it is easy to believe, but is no less of lie. Walk away before it kills you.