What happens now? Who have I become? I’ve lost it all. I have no one, no one to blame. How can I look at myself knowing I’ve caused limitless pain, and for what? My happiness or downfall? This self abuse, my addiction has taken over me. Now I sit here every fucking day writing letters to myself. No one will read them. No one cares enough anymore. I’m a good man fallen off my path. I search for redemption for the sake of those I love. I made my own bed, I chose my path, I took the easy way out, and I ran from the troubles that face me.
Even the voices in my head won’t make a sound. The only thing worse, is the silence I’m left with now. That empty home never leaves my mind. Why was it open? There was nothing inside. I’ve lost everything I had, and I’ve lived with nothing. Now the choices I have made will ensure I’ll die with less. I ruined more lives than my own, and for what? For an easy escape from the trouble of my past.
Now I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I fear no evil. I only fear myself.
I’m sorry.
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