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I used to self-medicate

Just so I could escape

The world around me

I was lost but now God has found me

I used to not believe

That was because my distorted mind couldn't ever conceive

What it meant to forgive

And most of all what it meant to live

And now here I am better than ever

Substance abuse is real and we can fight it together

How many days I lost I can't recall

And that's what hurts most of all

But now I realize the reality of my addiction

It had me by the throat slowly constricting

And just because you do it every now and then doesn't mean it's not addicting

Because the truth is that's an addicts thoughts

Whether you agree or not

That's what I thought when I hit the bottle

Thought I'd get a couple swallows

Until I was at the bottom

You live for that feeling, because that's all you ever want to feel

But that's not how to deal

Just because the pain is numbed, doesn't mean you're healed

After all the pain is the only thing that's real

At least that's how it feels on the inside

I can't remember how many times I've died

How many night I've cried

Contemplating suicide

But now here I am, willing to swallow my pride

Because this was me 

At the age of eighteen

Along with many other young American teens

The problem is we don't believe in ourselves

Until we realize who we are, only time will tell...