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Relapsing

I wasn't thinking straight. I prayed to the god I didn't believe in to let me out of here. I was clean since February. They burn. The alcohol made it worse. My mother thinks I'm crazy. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Is this reality? Is this reality? Is this reality? I'm not crazy. But sometimes I feel crazy. They bled more than they ever have before. I thought it was over. I can't help myself anymore. A therapist can't help me. Nobody I know can help me. Not even myself. Why can't I do this like everyone else can? It seems so easy. You do not know my head. Nobody knows my head the way I do. Never ever say you know me. Because nobody does. Reading this doesn't mean you know me. There is not a single person in the world I have that is worth it. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. I think I should live to commit crimes and run away drunk. When I get caught I can just die. Don't give me your pity. I don't need your pity. I don't deserve your pity. I should just get drunk tonight and run.