' 'recovery' 'mental health' 'self love' 'self hate'
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A little ghost has awoken
to nag at my brain.
Picking over little echoes and memories and throwing them around.
It is frustrating, knowing I did nothing wrong.
Knowing I can do nothing to make it better,
Learning wave , learning self
Self is to love, self is to appreciate
Self is to honor
Grow I shall , I shall grow
A beautiful seed growing
Into a beautiful flower 🌼 🌸
fires ablaze within my eyes,
a smile concealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate, shout.
scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
fires ablaze within my eyes,
a smile concealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate, shout.
scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I am the one who holds the highest view
my perception of self tainted by trauma caused by you
Words dont just hurt they leave scars that are hard to undo
I feel like
I can no longer hide
My feelings even though I tried
Trying to resurrect The Girl
Who once died on the inside
Of me.
Looking in the mirror do you like what you see?
Is it everything you hoped for, everything you dreamed?
Do you too often look back with regrets,
Woman: an adult female human being.
But what is my real definition?
A Mat? A Punching bag? A Nag?
No, No, No What is MY real definition
Creator, Savior.
I have vilified myself in my own mind.
I try to think back, to retrace my circling steps,
to pinpoint precisely the exact moment these
I'm 23...
And fortunately, I like being me.
I love myself, my immediate and little family of three.
Did I feel this way... at 21?
Was I ALREADY having this much fun?
Or... was I... actually... numb?
