...for it one way or another.
I still felt like I had self-hate within me. The only positive was I was starting to show my anger and stand up for myself. I liked that about myself...but I was still battling self-hate.
Hate was a dreadful word and it was starting to eat me from the inside and out. I knew it was only a matter of time until it drove me towards suicide. I didn't want to die. But I knew that hate talked you into doing a lot of bad things to yourself.
This was something I was going to be battling for a large portion of my life. If I didn't deal with it now, I was never going to be free.
I wanted to be happy about myself, proud of myself. I wanted to look in the mirror and see my face without feeling hate inside of my soul. I wanted...to see myself as a good person.
I walked through life, not really enjoying it... Amara asked me why I cut myself. I didn't really have an answer...
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