Self-destruction

I’m scared,

I’m scared that I’m clinging to a bottle of pills every now and then.

I’m scared that I’m clinging to a stick of cigarette every night.

I’m scared that I’m clinging to a bottle of alcohol ever day.

I’m scared that I’m clinging to my thoughts every fucking time.

I don’t know what happened to me now but the things that kills me makes me feel alive.

and

I’m really, really scared.

-A.G.M

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