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 ******* 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.