i've been alone too much lately.
i don't like dealing with myself.
she's no fun.
she's cold and harsh.
i've been ripping myself apart trying to deal with her.
being alone with my thoughts is the hardest thing i've ever done?
why can't she just be nice to me?
maybe she doesn't like me just as much as i don't like her.
they always say that nobody could ever hate you as much as you hate yourself which i suppose is true.
i'm my own worst enemy.
the scariest realization is that she is me and i am her.
we are one.
i'm harsh on myself because i know i could be more than what i am.
i need to push myself.
i'm too scared because what if i fail?
my demons tell me i'm nothing and i'll never be more than that.
i'm delusional and i can't do anything.
maybe they're right.
why try?
the inner me needs to be defeated and i'm just too weak to do it.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
