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seeing myself standing here, naked and broken

again

I feel shamed, but cannot stop myself

like a beaten dog I came back for more

do I need the pain this much to feel alive

words became useless,

no need to speak no more.

stale remarks of my own state

turned to haunt my waking.

so long have I fallen

fallen from disgrace

could I say that it

has been better than this

that it used to be better

than it ever will be

or have I always thread

through this same

I don't fear tomorrow

it can't be any worse than today

and all the days before

when I hit the bottom...

...again

how did I lose myself amidst all this pain

all the hate kept fueling me on

all the memories of pain and betray

and I will come for more again