Sometimes I hate myself, because I hate the words I let slip out of my mouth. Thinking I should share my feelings but my openness somehow goes south.

Sometimes I think my love is too strong. But is that a crime, is that so wrong?

It hurts so bad when promises turn up empty. The end result leaves me feeling so abysmally.

I want so bad to give and be my best, but tell me why, so often, I feel repressed.

All I need is to feel sought-after, treasured. Yet sometimes it seems like my needs never mattered.

I give so much, and for what? Things always get twisted, leaving me feeling like an idiot.

I hate that I have these thoughts at all. How is this the life we’ve come to befall?