My only pen pal, but I know my words. Been through worse. I don't care where I sleep. Even if it's on concrete. Warmth isn't my friend but I've made my bed. Wouldn't plan to quit. Sure that razor and prescription meds had my love. But I found out it was more than enough. Sure I doubt, I pout, but after that I'm out.
You can cause me pain, but I'll be okay. I've got some self hate, but that'll be okay. If no one loves me atleast I've got me. I know darkness well. Don't need compliments from hell. Hey doubt, guess who found myself? I am surviving mental health. Dear doubt, you don't have to worry about me. Just chilling by my lonesome drinking some Bacardi.
P.S
Why continue to doubt me but not your own reflection?