You're right. I don't take criticism well. And your opinion is the one that matters most. To be criticized by you is a knife to my entire being. Gutting me from the inside out. Because, believe me when I say I know how it feels to not feel good enough. To not feel worth it. You tell me that I need to start doing more but how can I possibly do that when my brain is telling me not to live. How am I supposed to be what you need when my brain is reminding me that you deserve better and I'm not good enough for you. I know that. I really do.
But I will try and I will try again to be what you need because I'm selfish and I wouldn't let you slip away if it meant you had to suffer with me. You're my world, you're all that I have and I can't lose you. You're my one strand of sanity I have left. My one glimpse of hope I can get better because you remind me that I can. But you also remind me of my wrongs. That's all my mind can focus on. I don't know how I'll do this. There are days when I don't even want to. But I'll keep walking forward, tearing myself apart from the inside out,
for you.
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
