He told me not to let it get as bad as his life had gotten...
I can't loose all motivation or I'd ...
I have to fight to keep my sanity...my happiness
and if nothing else fight to live.
I keep telling myself that,
though I hadn't thought of it like this at the time,
hurting him was the only way I could do that.
I saw my chance at life and I grabbed ahold of it.
Making myself accept the damage I caused,
for what I feel is selfish,
is by far the hardest part of breathing.