sometimes i miss the stress
i miss the pain
and the misery
all of the people who stabbed me in the back
all of the liars
the fakes
the nights crying alone
without something to hurt you
sometimes it's hard to tell
if you're still alive
and i don't know if that's suicidal
or nostalgic
maybe it's both
but something about surviving
about being healthy for once in my life
giving up all of my excess
and my addictions
makes me wonder for the first time
what it really is that i'm doing here
let me clarify
i don't mean here as in this location
i don't mean my place of residence
or my physical point of being
i refer to my spiritual existence
why did nebulas form
stars collide
dust settle
and planets spring life forth
to bring me to this point
typing on a computer
listening to trip-hop
and wondering why i don't hurt anymore
and what that means
why do i miss dying?
i think it's because i'm afraid of living
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