Broken

I wake up daily and can't feel the creases in my soul

I have lost everything but know I'm the issue, I want more for all around me but still fall.  
 

In my image I want a pretty life but think the anger and hurt is my existence.  

I no I am a poor person and have list so many because I was not strong for them, I'm selfish.  

The diatribe of this is be better and stronger for all whom you effected.  
 

I reach out in pain rather than in strength, again selfish   
 

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