Jan 2019
I hate myself.
Not physical me.
Or social me.
Mental me.
She loves to plan my down fall
And laugh at my defeat.
If only she knew she holds us together
Maybe she would stop tearing us apart
Shes constantly stabbing me
In places where I'm happy,
Shes hurting me. Shes hurting we.
If only she could see
That one day, because of her there could be no we.
Not physical me.
Or social me.
Mental me.
She loves to plan my down fall
And laugh at my defeat.
If only she knew she holds us together
Maybe she would stop tearing us apart
Shes constantly stabbing me
In places where I'm happy,
Shes hurting me. Shes hurting we.
If only she could see
That one day, because of her there could be no we.
Is there a word to describe overthinking things to the point where what once was good and made you happy needs to end now because it will hurt more when it's time for it to leave?
