Every day is a new challenge
Every corner a bridge to burn
Yet I still stay hoping
That one day I'll be heard
That I wont be held down
To be made felt guilty

I struggle.
And every minute that passes by
I struggle
Digging my self deeper
Hand bleeding on this shovel
And I can no longer climb out of
What I have made myself out of
Who I surround myself with
None of it feels like my choice anymore
It all feels like a struggle
Eating and clawing away
Until what I have left of who I am
Is gone.