Having low self-esteem *****
It has shaped me in ways that I can't even look at myself in the mirror

I do not want anyone to feel what I feel about myself
It is a terrible, terrible feeling
when you can't accept yourself
when you doubt everything
when you can't trust yourself
when you can't love yourself
when you give in to the voices that little you and,
and start to believe every word of it

I do not wish this upon anyone
but for some reason
when I find someone who is going through this...
it helps

I know I can talk to them
I think because they are the only ones who truly understand
Who will not make fun of me
Who will stand by me because they know,
they know what it's like to wish you could rip this skin of yours and be a different skin
because you just hate yourself so much

I am still getting used to this skin

Light can only shine through a broken heart.
You can only know what it's like to love if you know what it's like to hurt.
You can only see the beauty in this world if you've seen all the ugly it has to offer.
Feel the joy.
Accept the hurt.
Try for love.
Hope for the best.

Oh that poem!
A plain masterpiece!
An eye for the blind!
Beyond what my limited words can describe!
Glory be to he who wrote this breathtaking beauty!
But I am left speechless and confused
Once I see the simple number of its likes and views
I guess that's what makes it so special
A diamond unseen
A hidden potential.
And he continues to write...
As if poetry was his only friend.
I guess he already accepted the fact that
*we cannot always trend

Pray for the strength to be positive through the negatives,
If you want to catch a break well first something has to give,
So give your heart and mind to everything you do,
As souls we perform wonders I just wish we only knew,
Unknowing is true wisdom accepting what we can't grasp,
It's ok we have today and it could be our last,
In a way it is because it will never come again,
And all the before and afters are really just pretend,
This moment is peaceful if you recognize it as such,
Life is a blank canvas and you hold the paint brush,
Attachment is derailment for the peaceful train of thought,
If you always want more you'll never be happy with what you've got,
Loving what you have gives you everything you need,
I am as I am this is the true meaning of to be.

Someone will love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Someone will see your rough hands and love that you have the tenacity and determination to overcome everything you've faced.
Someone will love you enough to ***** their own hands and help you carry your burdens and hardships.
Someone will love you enough to see that you have monsters but not press you to share them until you're ready,
And then they will love them as they love you,
Or they will help you vanquish them.
Someone will love you and all your quirks.
Someone will look at you and see a strong man or woman who can overcome anything he or she sets his or her mind to.
Someone will love your intellect and look upon you with the awe you deserve.
Someone will love your laugh and the way it lights you up from the inside
And they will take it upon themselves to help you laugh,
Even if they have to wait a bit because it's difficult for you.
Someone will love you night after night after night,
And they will love you enough to wait.
Someone will hold your hand even when it's sweaty and it's okay because theirs are sweaty too.
Someone will love your face even when it’s completely natural.
Someone will accept your body as your body, no matter its fitness level or smell.
Someone will understand that your stomach growls because you're hungry and that's only human.
Someone will be concerned whenever you cough or sneeze.
Someone will be patient for you and reassure you over and over again about the insecurities you harbour in your heart.
Someone will place a calming hand on your knee when it's bouncing, and remove it if it makes you uncomfortable.
Someone will find it touching that you remember everything you say to each other.
Someone will protect you when you're scared and understand when to encourage you and when to let you do what you want at the pace you want.
Someone will look forward to gazing into your eyes and seeing all the emotions that lurk there,
But they will know when not to say anything.
Someone will love the ink or music notes or movement leaking from your fingers because that is your soul coming out and it's beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Someone will love your sense of humour and look forward to your jokes.
Someone will love your teeth because they're yours,
And your eyes because of the secrets they hold within.
Someone will be able to tell when you're forcing a smile on your face and wait patiently for the real ones.
Someone won't care about how fast or slow you talk because it's still your voice.
Someone will love your lips and anticipate the time they can next kiss them.
Someone will see you for you and love you regardless.
Someone will wait for you to outwardly show your emotions,
Even if it's only with them.
Someone will love you, someday.

It happened.
It happened.
Repeat.
It happened.
It happened.
No more fighting against the truth
No more of the denial.
It happened.
It happened.
Chant...Breathe.
Repeat.
It happened.
It happened.
Life push me forward.
World steady my feet.
It happened.
It happened.
Focus, hold it.
Breathe.
It happened.
It happened.
Open up your palm.
Memories fall into a holding jar.
It happened.
It happened.
Lock the jar inside.
Darken the lights but remember the presence.
It happened.
It happened...