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My Truth

Momma, Iím a sinner

To feel the way I felt
Not a soul deserves it
I blacklisted and judged
When many were at lows
And now I must repent

Momma, Iím in the wrong

I argue with those I love
But I never take responsibility
For the curdling things Iíve spoken
And our relations die
Along with another part of me

Momma, I love you still

Those cuts on my legs
Werenít because of you
But the experiences
The agony
I realize I put myself through

Momma, Iím trying to get betterÖ.

Itís hard with lack of support
The only support is that sinister voice
The ďjust do itĒ
Iím still here but how much longer to avoid?

Momma, I need help

The meds only do so much
To mellow out my space
Iím building a tolerance
To positive mental health
But Iíll keep trying

Momma, I wish I was fine
Written by Aquatic-Vehicle (Lexiloo)
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