It's a strange thing to have survived a suicide attempt
There are days when I wake and wish I wouldn't have made it through
But I can't make another go at it
The hurt is different now
The meaning would be lost
And I made a promise I have to keep
Too many of mine and those made to me have been broken
So I get up in the mornings and do what people do
Even though I do it begrudgingly
As though I'm not really here now
Just floating along in a space meant to be empty
I'm living a life that I'd given up on
Every step is taken for someone else
These hours seem to last forever
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