To God, to the believers, to the non-believers. To anyone with any sort of compassion. Can someone out there please tell me they believe in the fallen? Can someone tell me that after the hell I have put myself through, that I might be able to become someone I admire- albeit someone different? If I can’t- I might as well just ask to be struck down right now. For all the times I have desecrated myself and given in to my desires that are endless pits. Black holes. Just please if there is someone, anyone out there that has basically come back from the dead against some pretty serious things- please let me hear you. You don’t know how much you actually mean until someone needs to just know it’s possible. I’ve lost faith in myself, and most definitely other people. If I can’t get strong I might as well just give up hope. There are stretches when I am clean and that is the greatest feeling. But the truth is I am just an addict. It’s not my mind that wants to be numb today it is my heart. To all those beaten down- I know you are intrinsically good. I know you have just been dealt a bad hand and sometimes there is nothing you can do to win the game. That’s me. I’m almost not asking to win anymore- just asking for honor in my endless defeat. I just want to be able to quit and go down swinging. To lost loves and almost lovers- I’m sorry. To my family I’m sorry. To myself I am sorry.
