The trouble with loving yourself
Is knowing what love is.
I'm pretty sure loving me is hard
I can't seem to like me for more than 2 hours
I've timed it
My good doesnt last long
The darkness and all its bad have rented out the spaces in my head
I never bother asking for more time to like her
I mean me
No point in it when the darkness has so much more in store
You can rehearse all day but its the mistakes you never prepare for that make it memorable
The falls
The hesistation
The improve
I just wanted to like me
But they keep saying to love myself
I dont know who myself is and whom ever takes up residence here is one cut
One hit
One thought
One breath
From ever finding out.
She cries more than she laughs
She hides and creates a hell of her own
Loving myself should not be something I'm told to do
Its a final step after the storm of hating myself
Cause I do
I really do
I'm here because not being here is more terrifying
She is hard to live with
Hard to stomach most days
But she is me
And we are all we have
She loves me
I want to love her back....
YOU ARE READING
Cursed To Live
PoesíaThis is a book of poetry explaining the hardships I've faced with depression, anxiety and youth.
