How could you be the one justifying my destruction?

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There are 171,476 words in English, and you won't ever find one to describe what heart break feels like. Your powerful, yet failed attempts at describing a broken heart is of no use. Your contradiction of drugs and humans is nothing great. You will never know, what somebody has been through until you go through, if you go through that, there might be a difference in the pace, hurt and intensity. 
You won't find the perfect line to complete the metaphor, because once a glass is broken, it can be fixed but will never be the same shape. Once the skin is burnt, it will heal but will leave a patch. When a bone is broken, it rejoins but will never have the same strength. 
Likewise, 
When you tell the world, and they clap, on how you describe the drug addicts, i wanna know what you know. 
I wanna know, how do you know, what it feels like to smoke the first puff of cigrette. Tell me, how does the chest burn when you drink? Tell me, how does it feel when you sniff cocaine? You don't know. Because you've never done that. 
So stop stepping into the shoes which do not belong to you. You do not know how there image develops in your head when you first start to lose senses. You don't know how the first tear which rolls out  feels as it reaches the chin. You don't know how you unexpectedly smile and cry harder in a few seconds as the brain collapses. 
Appreciate your work, but you can out smart no one.
You can not even fathom the immensity of arbitrary i can put you through. 
How could you be the one justifying my destruction?

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