Last week
I promised myself to practice self love
Wellness from inside out,
Why am I lying in bed?
Starving to death
Convincing myself I am not hungry

Last week
I promised myself to build hope
Think plans that make the future exciting,
Why do I not see past this moment?
Stuck in the present
Living each pain over and over again

Last week
I promised myself to have a little faith
To believe and trust in myself,
Why am I convinced that I am no good?
Weak and lazy
Waiting for the pain to go without trying

Last week
I ran a bath to slit my wrists
But the blade wasn't sharp enough.
I only scarred myself
Why is this feeling back
Without a sight of faith, hope or self love?