A four letter word

"Love" is not what you think. It ruins you. Tears you apart. But you keep wanting it, so you keep fighting for it. The harder you loose yourself. Do you think we notice what we do? Do you think we care when we finally find out we aren't ourselves anymore? Probably not, but that's not what matters to us. What matters is the "Love" we receive, even though its not enough for them; they want and need more. So we end up broken and drugged...