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by Beautiful Chaos Jun 11, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She hates herself today More than yesterday Hoping it's not less than tomorrow She touches her wrist Remembering the shame But longing for the comfort Loneliness creeping in Though she's not alone A familiar feeling Pushing them away Pulling herself close Waiting for the inevitable hurt The burn of never being enough Of constant disappointment Always succeeding at failure She just wants something real But how does she know what's real? It's impossible to see She holds faith But it has failed her before Or maybe she failed it Words are beautiful Intoxicating Even when they're lies And she has been drunk on the most beautiful words Lost to the romance Blinded by the lust She has forgotten how to trust In herself In her mind To believe in herself Who she is To love herself as she does others Because sometimes she hates herself And no one can see it but her So she questions what others hide so well We hide what's real, under our skin Silent thought, soundless objections Quiet judgement, rebellion She knows what's good about her, others But she knows what isn't And today, isn't, is winning She hates herself today More than yesterday Hoping it's not less than tomorrow...
by Richard S
Excellent