Sometimes I feel real bad about life, sometimes I suffer inside to the point where I can understand how people want to die. But sometimes, I feel like I haven't suffered enough. I haven't hit bottom yet.
So I drink too much and I engage in reckless behavior...I challenge danger and spit in his face - taunting, hoping he'll hit me back, hard, knocking me to the ground all bloody and broken. I make bad choices and I let in the wrong people. I keep myself hidden away so no one can find me.
I've made all the wrong decisions and yet, here I am. And I'm still alive.
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