So Much
I can’t wait to get past this crap
put myself through a lot
got so much in my lap
I got so much work to do
Hate, shame, and guilt
stuff I gotta get through
One thing I don’t do is whine
When I feel it coming
I say god give me a sign
His love for me is what I need
He touches my soul
Destroying hates seed
Thankful for all that help me
Without them, only pain I’d see
Most don’t know what hell looks like
But I do and it destroyed my psych
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