I love myself.
I love myself so much I hold myself some nights
And whisper "I'm sorry I let all these people hurt you"
I love myself so much it sometimes turns bad.
I get obsessed, envious of the attention I give to others.
Some days I want to **** myself.
I'm starting to think that's an act of self love, too.
Because,
And let's be honest
This world is cruel.
It's cruel enough that,
One could justify, possibly,
The kindest, most compassionate and loving act you could do for something you love
Is to remove it from the Tragedy that is the world.
And if I really love myself,
Why would I want to show myself more of this?
I must not love myself as much as I thought,
Because I'm still ******* here
Maybe, I just love myself much, much more than I believed,
And want to give me the chance to adapt, thrive, and over power this harsh, cruel world,
One tender action and freed soul at a time.
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 4:42 AM UTC
I love myself.
I love myself so much I hold myself some nights
And whisper "I'm sorry I let all these people hurt you"
I love myself so much it sometimes turns bad.
I get obsessed, envious of the attention I give to others.
Some days I want to **** myself.
I'm starting to think that's an act of self love, too.
Because,
And let's be honest
This world is cruel.
It's cruel enough that,
One could justify, possibly,
The kindest, most compassionate and loving act you could do for something you love
Is to remove it from the Tragedy that is the world.
And if I really love myself,
Why would I want to show myself more of this?
I must not love myself as much as I thought,
Because I'm still ******* here
Maybe, I just love myself much, much more than I believed,
And want to give me the chance to adapt, thrive, and over power this harsh, cruel world,
One tender action and freed soul at a time.