Killing myself softly...
I wanna believe this isn't happening,
I wanna convince myself this is not me.
With every passing hour I close my eyes
wishing it all to disappear...
WHY DO I DO THIS?
I can't understand,
I am not my own anymore,
but my flesh rips at my spirit
I've tried burning all those old bridges,
but at the same time I try to put out the fire...
"My Father, kills this hopeless man. Kill this pride built up inside of me. Remind me of who I am, not of what I was. I am new, I am hope, I am joy... I am loved."
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