I ******* up...again
I always ***** up.
I can never do anything the way i want to
I am so angry at myself.
I hate these thoughts
I want to love myself
But i can't help but hate myself
These demons are always haunting my mind
I try to have good thoughts; positive thoughts
But like the pessimist i am, i think about the bad
Like a trick candle
when i think i have snuffed the demons out,
When i am starting to love myself again
They come back whispering unwanted thoughts
And then i spiral
And i think about all the faces that pity me
I am being too hard on myself, I know
And yet despite this
I still feel the lonely ache
As i wonder why success is always in front of me
But out of reach
Like a forbidden fruit I can never have.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
I ******* up...again
I always ***** up.
I can never do anything the way i want to
I am so angry at myself.
I hate these thoughts
I want to love myself
But i can't help but hate myself
These demons are always haunting my mind
I try to have good thoughts; positive thoughts
But like the pessimist i am, i think about the bad
Like a trick candle
when i think i have snuffed the demons out,
When i am starting to love myself again
They come back whispering unwanted thoughts
And then i spiral
And i think about all the faces that pity me
I am being too hard on myself, I know
And yet despite this
I still feel the lonely ache
As i wonder why success is always in front of me
But out of reach
Like a forbidden fruit I can never have.
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