Hi, I am Me.
And i was once told,
That no one could love me
More than me.
But I can't see
What there is to love,
For I am just, Me.
Because for as long as i remember
I've been taught to love
Beauty,
To love strength,
To love smiles.
So how can I love me,
When I don't see beauty,
When I am weak,
When I don't remember,
What it's like to smile.
Because for as far back
As I can think,
All I've ever loved,
Are the tears in my eyes,
The cuts on my wrists.
Are the scratches on my ankles.
The blood dripping down my skin,
Was all I've ever lover.
But this is the sight
That others considered
Tragedy.
So how can I love,
Something I am taught
To hate.
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Nightmare
PoesiaIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...
