It burns

I wish there was something positive to recieve.
But there is not.
I can't see anything positive here.
And everytime I see words,
Your words,
Your ways,
Your things,
Everything that's yours or about you.
Something pulls me back in.
Something breaks and something burns.
Something good appears and something bad appears.

And it breaks.
And it burns.
I hate it.
But I can't hate you.