Low Self-Esteem
Sometimes I wish I had more of a story to tell
A story of abuse or divorce
Sometimes I wish I could blame this all on hell
A story of true remorse
I'm not sure if it was my speech impediment
Or relationships based on lust
I'm not sure if it stemmed from my first broken heart
Or if it was just misplaced trust
All I know is I drown in my own demons
And they always win
I don't know if I'll ever know the reasons
I fall into sin
I always love to listen to their stories
Of broken hearts and broken dreams
I can't sleep till I see them through the morning
Silencing the silent screams
I love to push the pain away
Burying it for another day
I'm the first to reach out a helping hand
Even when I'm the one drowning
In the sinking sand
I'm not an expert on anything
Everything I touch seems to fall apart
I feel like I've been given everything
No matter what
Everything I touch seems to fall apart
God
Give me grace
Give me love
Give me something
I can be sure of
Because these drunken nights alone
I can't take much more of
I need your guidance
I need your grace
To save me from my
Low self-esteem
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2018
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