Thursday, April 3, 2014

one day

one can only wonder for so long,
what their inadequacies are;
what's wrong with them;
why they aren't good enough.
until that self hatred grows tired;
stings less;
turns cold.
until their mind grows weary
of crying.
until not being good enough is no longer good enough,
and their problems with me are problems are their problems alone.
until mental anguish stops being a way to live.

i'm not there yet.
i still wonder.
i'm still lost.
i still can't bear the weight of my own heartbreak and confusion.

but one day.

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