Most of the time,
i hate myself for pushing away
the people around me

Yet a lot of times,
i hate myself for caring too much
about people

I blame myself
in everything
that has been happening

It's as if I myself,
being born,
is already a mistake

I wish
I could motivate myself
to push through

How I wish
I am enough
for everyone

It's as if
I'm always pleasing myself
to other people in order to survive

Yet in the end
Who would dare to save me
If I myself cannot heal my soul