Every morning I wake up and I try
I'm striving and seeking, but I don't see the sky
I can't find the light in the cloud
I can't get enough hope when I'm surrounded by my doubts
There is anger, guilt, and brokenness
But it's not for others
I don't hate them, I love them, but in this duress
It's hard to grow
What do you do when you cant show
Love, I don't love myself, So I can't share it, my hatred smothers
All the light, all the joy, all the wisdom
All I see is me and I'm downright disgusted
I'm my own victim
The enemy is inside of me
The enemy is me, my heart hasn't been broken, but it's busted
Every part of me rages against me
Blames me
Very soon, very often... it's all that I can see
This is me
This is all of me
Is this all of me?
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