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Apr 2021
Looking for reasons to not dread,
Got these demons in my head,
Can’t seem to get outta bed,
I may be alive but I feel so dead,
Guess I’m starving to be fed.
Wondering if could make amends.
With the man,
In the ******* mirror.

Just give up, just give up!
We both know you’re not enough!
Not enough!
No one will ever love you, ever love you!
Did you really think you could escape?
You can’t escape!
We both know that your a fake!
Just a hypocrite that hangs out with snakes!
Nothing more than a fat ****, you need to get in shape!
Maybe trying to live, was a mistake.
After all you’re a disgrace!
That’s why daddy went away!
****, why won’t this negative self-talk go away?
Can anyone else listening to this song relate?

This monster lingers deep inside,
Got nowhere I can hide,
Some days I can’t lie, I want to die.
For this monster lingers deep inside,
Got nowhere I can hide,
But because I’m a man I’m not allowed to cry.
And than people wonder why,
So many of us men commit suicide!
Yeah. I got this monster lingering deep inside!
Got nowhere I can hide,
I smile and say I’m okay,
But that’s a lie!
Wanting to reach out for help,
But than I’m stopped by pride.
****.

Looking for reasons to not dread,
Got these demons in my head,
Can’t seem to get outta bed,
I may be alive but I feel so dead,
Guess I’m starving to be fed.
Wondering if could make amends.
With the man,
In the ******* mirror.

Don’t give up, don’t give up!
You are worthy, you are loved!
You are loved.
You may not think it now,
But just know that you are enough!
We all make mistakes,
Don’t beat yourself up.
Don’t listen to lies that tell you,
That your not enough!
You are beautiful inside and out,
Don’t give in to your doubt.
Find a safe space to scream and shout!
Do some self-care, trust me it will help.
And when the monster tries to harm,
You’ll have the tools to persevere through the storm!

Pray the lord,
My soul to keep,
Heal me lord for I feel weak.
Help me rest for I cannot sleep.
And if I die before I wake,
Pray the lord my soul to take.
For I’m broken, weary, and I ache.
My wounds run deep, I need your grace.
For I can no longer bear all this weight.
Pray the lord,
My sins erased.
Lord whatever it takes,
To break free from these chains!
And make amends,
With the man!
In the ******* mirror!
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
(27/M/Medicine Hat)   
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