I can only submit and accept defeat.

I'm in the wrong and I've made a fool out myself.

I grieve in my shame for failing.

It's hard to take deep breaths.

It's hard to make any move.

There was hope and now dissapointment.

I dwell on the pity of my brokenness.

I'm at the complete mercy of the one I anger and disrupt.

I lose trust with myself and others.

I give up believing in myself.

I accept myself as poor and weak.

I let my pride die to hold on to me.

I'm sorrowful for pain I cause.

I accept myself for being broken.