It’s hard to leave toxic situations because for so long
that has been your comfort zone. But once you cleanse your space,
you’ll realize you were drinking poison and calling it medicine.
Spit it out. You were standing in hell and calling it peace,
holding red flags and waving them like a truce. You went up in
flames and swore it wasn’t too hot. And now you’re scared of
being to cold. Break the ice, love. There’s a whole world waiting
on the other side, where nothing ever burns.