i close my eyes and i take a deep breath and i think 'bout my life and how i ended up this way. i think 'bout the ruin, devastation and wreckage i've caused to myself and to others. i think 'bout self-hatred and self-loathing. i think 'bout how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.sometimes nostalgia comes..and it goes. then i realise i'm still healing.
i think i've grown to hate myself in some ways.
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