I feel broken.
I feel worthless.
I feel like hell.
Because no one knows me.
I’m bottled up inside myself.
I feel like if I scream.
It could travel for miles.
My rotten self screaming for eternity.
Am I really that bad?
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What would it look like, having worth or being unbroken? Asking for a friend. For what it’s worth, I don’t think k anyone’s so bad that they’re unworthy of finding some kind of contentment and peace within themselves, and I hope you find yours.
It would look like bliss and happiness. Finding a place where you belong. Pure innocence. And it feels like darkness can’t reach you, but it can.
I use to be full of innocence and naivety, every child was. That was the only time I ever felt like I had worth. That I was unbroken.
I think that’s what the p-docs call an id. We just want to live like we’ve never lived before, but that annoying critical voice has to barge in and tell us what horrible people we are for walking on the rug with muddy shoes.
We’re all broken. Living is a process of breaking in so many ways you’ll lose count over the years. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be both innocent child and critic at once. The space between them is who you really are.