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Misery. 
That one word brings never ending images of pain and suffering. 
And the funny thing about misery,
Is that you don't need a reason to be miserable. 
You can have everything you've ever wanted:
A loving family,
The perfect lover,
No "real" problems. 
Yet you still find yourself alone at night;
Screaming internally,
Heart slowly breaking into pieces,
Can't seem to find your breath
And do you even want to?
What's so great about living anyway?
This is how I know the Devil is real. 
Who else would curse me with this misery?
There are people who pray for a life like mine. 
Things can certainly be much, much worse. 
Then why does death sound so pleasing?
Why does the thought of blood flowing endlessly out of my wrists,
Or my neck snapping from a handmade noose,
These thoughts feel almost...
Relieving. 
"The bravest thing I did was continue to live when I wanted to die."
I was brave. 
I WAS happy. 
But my demons are back. 
And stronger than ever...