Fingers through my hair, running down my face.
Who have I become? Not a trace
Of who I intended to be in the first place.
When did I decide it was okay
Not to stand my ground, let myself decay
And welcome sadness in, let it stay?
I've really gotta learn to to love myself.
Put self-hatred down, leave it on a shelf.
Never let it weigh me down again.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Fingers through my hair, running down my face.
Who have I become? Not a trace
Of who I intended to be in the first place.
When did I decide it was okay
Not to stand my ground, let myself decay
And welcome sadness in, let it stay?
I've really gotta learn to to love myself.
Put self-hatred down, leave it on a shelf.
Never let it weigh me down again.
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