Can’t believe good left…

I can’t believe I’m still here hoping, praying, singing, and crying… I can’t believe something good left in me holding tightly and it grips tighter when I take every breath. It so close to my heart it shaking me. My palms clammy as I repent some the things I have done. I lied saying I have no regrets hoping you won’t see through. I see what happen to you and me and it breaking me and taking me. I can’t believe that there one good thing left in me.