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I'm a mess, but I'm trying to Clean up
Been through the storm, I'm crying from these cuts
I mess up more things than I get right
This is the worst of me, so how can I give you the best life?

No one to hug me, so I hold my pen tight and move it slow
Trying to think of the perfect words and hope I don't lose the flow 
a million thoughts in a mind of pain, I'm struggling to express myself
Scared I'll relapse with self-harm, I need to get the help

Empty Brandy bottles surround the table I sit at with my pad
Anxiety forces me to over think everything to the point where I'm sad
Going out to the club every weekend, becoming a regular with the bartender
Taking more shots than a gang member 

I still hate my parents for choosing alcohol over me and placing me in foster care in my childhood
Pauline died a month ago, will heaven allow you to send me a hug?
I need something, i just need to know I'm worthy of happiness and love
How come it's never been enough, even when I gave all that I could?

Depression won't leave me, it just goes on hiatus here and there
What I write are the tears I share
I no longer know the difference between nightmares and dreams
I'm a mess and maybe I'm not worthy of being clean

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