Here I sit
Alone with this shit
What goes through my mind
When I give it time
Regrets and recriminations
Giving in to temptation
I wish, I cry
I ask God, "Why?"
Then I do it again
And I admit chagrin
Still I act without thinking
Praying, craving, binging, cringing
I want to crawl out of myself
Like the girl out of the well
I want to stop living in hell
But this is no survivors's tale
Redemption is for the strong
Requiem for the wronged
Resurrection at dawn
But no mercy for the wicked
No cure for the addicted
Time to weather the cold shoulder
This pity party is over.

So, is this a pity party for a damned creature?
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When One learns
to live without fear,
then One cannot be broken.

Or a cry for help from a hopeless one