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