F's in the Chat

I'm tired of asking favors
From the ones with the same behaviors
I can only see
What they place in front of me

Scratching at the surface
With no feeling only purpose
Trying to free my mind
A fraction at a time

No more pity
No more running
I'm tryna find my mind
But its always up to something

I cant feel what I used to feel
Or long how long it'll take to heal

Opposition has the upper hand
While I try to make amends

Running in circles
Forcing my hand
You try to break me
While I try to stand

No new beginnings
Only new ends

I am
But the creation of my own sin

Molded by
The fury I hold within

A product of my own sin



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Graf
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