Rough times
I’m in my rough times
My mind is spending
My heart is racing
My hands is shaking ,
I keep telling myself it’s gonna be ok ,
I keep praying ,
Everyday I fight depression,
I fight with myself everyday ,
Depression make me be hard on myself ,
Talk down on myself ,
Blame myself ,
Hate myself ,
But in the end I’m in rough times ,
Reach out nobody there ,
Cry out nobody can hear ,
Walk by nobody seen me ,
Explain my story nobody understand,
Cried so many tears fought so many battles ,
Fought so many fights ,
Finished high school ,
One year In college,
Had four daughters ,
Got on my feet ,
Fell off , still going dumb ,
But yet and still I’m in rough times
My whole life been rough times ,
I never had a childhood or fun ,
I’m starting to have fun now ,
But yet and still I’m in rough times
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