I have these wounds that can be sealed,
leaving these marks that keep.
But the wounds can never be healed,
They were way too deep.
The confidence I lack,
The damage that has been done,
Trying to fight against the attack,
when I am less than one,
I can’t breath at all.
The version of myself I want but can’t be,
Because I put up a wall,
Helping the self destruct that is me.
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i fucking love this. “Trying to fight against the attack / when I am less than one”
I feel that in the pit of my hopeless soul. just like:
“Because I put up a wall / Helping the self destruct that is me.”
holy shit you just wrote my biography. you’re really good at this
Thank you, I appreciate it. Yep its a whole mental state rn.