I try to pick myself up all the time,
I try to escape from feeling fire inside,
I try not to hate, I try not to covet,
I try not to covet the attention I cannot get
But all seems to be lost,
all feels useless in doing
I try so hard & I don't succeed
But I get up no matter what,
Get up in hope that I won't become
the me that I've been told about
the me that will destroy a life
a life, my own.
I get up with help from above
from Him whose grace is all I need.
honestly, it's pretty tough
tough for an emotional person to take hold of her emotions