nobody can love me.
i can’t even
love myself.
every morning
i close my eyes
and every night
i open them
because i am fighting
a losing battle
of counting crumbs
and swollen ankles,
aching knees.
i don’t even write
because i will hate
to read it
and be reminded
by me
that i will never be
good enough.
i pay my lovers
in sex
and my friends
in favors
and myself
i beat
to death
in front of
the mirror.
anyone who thinks
they can hurt me
does not know
of the voices
in my head.
i wish someone
would love the girl
i hate
and i wish that someone
was me.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Engulfing Light
I have not been very successful in quieting my mind this evening. I find that as time goes by, I find myself in deeper contemplation, in regards to the purpose of my life. I can say with certainty, that thus far, I have had a life, that with all things considered, has been a well lived one.
By Kaylon Forsyth5 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
This was so freaking relatable! Awesome poem!