I told myself I was doing better.
For a while I believed I was.
I told myself I'd be a better me.
For a while I was.
I told myself that I would make it.
For a while I was doing well.
I told myself to not look back.
For a while I didn't.
Yet once again here I am in the same space. A place I know much to well. A place I am convinced is worse than hell.
I know this pain. I've been here before.
Why the hell am I back here?
Why the hell did I let myself........
This hurts so much.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
I told myself I was doing better.
For a while I believed I was.
I told myself I'd be a better me.
For a while I was.
I told myself that I would make it.
For a while I was doing well.
I told myself to not look back.
For a while I didn't.
Yet once again here I am in the same space. A place I know much to well. A place I am convinced is worse than hell.
I know this pain. I've been here before.
Why the hell am I back here?
Why the hell did I let myself........
This hurts so much.