I am not happy
I don't think
That I have ever been.
There are moments.
Weeks even,
Where I think that I am.
Content.
And then it hits me again.
It's not your fault
Nor anyone before you.
The problem is me,
My own self.
I've lost so much
That I have loved-
Most of it.
My own doing.
I let things (people) go,
I'm sorry I let it go so easily.
I never am going to win.
Especially when,
I'm playing against myself.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
I am not happy
I don't think
That I have ever been.
There are moments.
Weeks even,
Where I think that I am.
Content.
And then it hits me again.
It's not your fault
Nor anyone before you.
The problem is me,
My own self.
I've lost so much
That I have loved-
Most of it.
My own doing.
I let things (people) go,
I'm sorry I let it go so easily.
I never am going to win.
Especially when,
I'm playing against myself.
I hurt still and I can't even tell you
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