BRUISED. BATTERED. BROKEN.
I was once labelled “hard to love”
One of the most difficult things I had to do was agree with that statement.
It’s hard to love someone who hates themselves.
It’s hard to live a life you love hating.
It’s hard to keep fighting a battle that lost all its soldiers.
It’s hard to to create peace when there’s violence in your heart.
It’s hard to smile when your eyes are a constant reminder of how much you frown and cry.
Hard things weigh me down.
I can’t help but feel bruised, battered and broken.