Hurtbutterfly

Going crazy


I HATE THIS SHIT.
I let my big heart control me and it allows others to bring me down with them.
SO HERE I AM. ..once AGAIN.
...breath.
Don’t get discouraged, there will always be hard times.
BUT MY GOD DO I HATE THIS FEELING.
Fueled by the doubt of others.
I lower my head with my eyes on the prize,
Tunnel vision as I tell myself I HATE THIS SHIT.
...more and more do I grow to prove nay sayers wrong..


God curse this heart of mine
Not able to decipher the intentions of strangers
Even worse those that surround me
In the darkness I have no choice to but to let God shine his light through me for me while being WITH ME
By his stripes I am forever healed
Giving his grace I will live to love again
Beautiful in his image I WILL rise again



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