Why do I lie to my self like this? Why do I enjoy making my self feel this way? Can I never be happy unless I am in sorrow? How can I want this pain so much? When it just makes me want to be saved by you By telling me I’m just being silly I enjoy making my self feel so worthless But I want to leave that habit behind I want to be able to look at my self And be happy with who I am But I can never do that on my own Not while I live this forsaken live. ---------------------- I've just been thinking how I was feeling last night before I went to the airport to come home since I was tired, sleeply and ready to bite anyones head off who dared to bug me, and it got me thinking, I really do cut my self down a lot but I seem to enjoy it, but only my friends can give me joy with out pain.
A brilliant poem. I can relate to this as well as I am sometimes guilty of this. You have captured the feeling perfectly. Well done!
