All you can do is lie, on a burnt bridge.  
Had cried never again, but now your off feeling good once again.
Return only to cry in a ball in the bottom of my shower.
Asking for help because truthfully I care.
Voices tell me Forgiveness will come in clarity.
Self love will be true prosperity.
Look up again and understand.
I'm struggling in the same boat too and will never be considered normal again.
only holding fked up stories and looking at the old knife scars on my chest.