And then the tears come.
Slowly, then shakily.
Oh, why do I do this to myself?
LT, I need you but...
The miles separate us.
I can't breath,
I can only shake.
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I am not me.
I hardly ever am.
Maybe talking is better then writing but...
I can't write,
Is the only thing my brain will tell me.
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You are not a writer.
You do not deserve friends.
You deserve to hurt yourself.
You are not a good person.
You are not beautiful.
You are not what LT thinks you are.
You are not going to be okay.
You are not going to stay calm.
You are not going to be you.
These are the words the monster whispers in my ears.
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You are perfect,
Never let another tell you you aren't.
Especially yourself.
LT tells me.
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He will go away.
I just need to grow up,
Like most tell me to because writhing in my own filth,
That's not good.
And then the shame washes over.
Here the monster comes again.
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KEEP THE HOPE
Is what I am told,
And so I will try.
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