Sometimes I hate myself.
Sometimes I think I'm no good.
Sometimes I think everyone hates me.
Sometimes I think my family can't wait for me to leave.
Sometimes I think my friends can barely put up with me.
Sometimes I think of self-harm.
Sometimes I think a razor blade might help.
Sometimes I think what the world would be like without me.
Sometimes I dream of being someone else.
Sometimes I dream of not being born.
Sometimes I wish my body were different.
Sometimes I wish I had more.
And that more would be enough.

Yet...

Sometimes I love myself.
Sometimes I think I'm decent.
Sometimes I think I'm loved.
Sometimes I think my family will miss me terribly.
Sometimes I think my friends think I'm amazing.
Sometimes I think of changing the world.
Sometimes I think of helping others.
Sometimes I think what the world would be like without me.
Sometimes I'm happy that I am me.
Sometimes I think what if I wasn't born.
Sometimes I love my body.
Sometimes I believe I have enough.
And that I have everything I need.