Sanity For Two

Bitter

I blame myself too much. I know I can go there, unafraid;

But I flaked out anyway, afraid.

I am angry with my illness for taking so many years away from me, those years I could take the opportunities in front of me; just only right then they were there for me.

It is hectic, these moods; every day; prevent me from understanding everything worth being understood. Half the time I'm complaining, it's about the years that are taken away from me.

I feel weak when I let intense affection be for myself, just for me.

I am so hard on myself and I judge myself viciously. I dislike sympathy from families, friends and you. Stop judging me!

I want to give myself some slack. Not too much- nobody wants to be around a person with excessive self-pity.

Just enough, so I won't hate it when people care for me.

I am uncertain about how I could forgive when so much is taken from me.

I could and I know the sooner I do, the sooner I can move ahead; a vision like that be housed to me as if I can commit.

What use is the past but to leave it be.

What use is the past but to leave it be.

What use is the past but to leave it be.

I know there's no choice but to move ahead.

I know there's no choice but to move ahead.

I know there's no choice but to move ahead.

I can't do it. I can't.