Love is a Sickness

Love is a sickness beyond all others. It makes us stupid, ashamed and dumb. Makes us remain in poisonous relationships, because we simply refuse to believe the will not fail. But they do. What is the hope that people see in this feeble commitment? It is a sickness and should be treated like so. A sickness of the body, a sickness of the mind, a sickness of the soul. Some reckon shock treatment would be required. And say, if you suffer a shock, even a small one, you know your heart skips a beat and the feelings falter. How many shocks it takes to forget someone is determined solely by the intensity of the feelings the couple "cherishes" more like are imprisoned in. When love is no longer a choice, when a person becomes a need. That is when it's gone too far and should be expelled wholly out of the system, no matter what it takes. It will always result on someone suffering, one more than the other. It is a matter of how strong you are to take the first step toward freedom and pull the evil by the root, where it will have no chance to grow or flourish again. Foolish love, sickening. I am tired, gaunt and ragged by being trapped into this curse for this long, and I don't know how I can be persuaded to pursue it further into this depth of anger and misery fed with feeble lies and excuses. I don't want to find anyone else, but I don't want to be where I am lately. 

I might change my mind about this later since this is a particular angry rant due to the fact I am so livid because my fiancee treats me like scum every time one of his friends is around, and leaves me home to wait for him ALL THE TIME, and also partially due to the fact that I am bleeding from the knuckles of my right hand from severe punching of walls and doors that finally splintered and bruised me with proud cuts that I refuse to tend to. I wish this physical pain could distract me from the pains you are causing me every day.