by Belle Webb
In the depths of my mind,
A dark seed takes root,
It whispers to me,
A twisted truth.
It tells me I'm worthless,
A burden on this earth,
That I'm nothing but trouble,
A waste of worth.
I try to fight it,
To push it away,
But the voice just grows louder,
Every single day.
It tells me my flaws,
In painful detail,
And I can't help but believe it,
As my self-hate prevails.
I see myself as ugly,
Stupid, and weak,
And I can't help but wonder,
What purpose do I seek?
It's a vicious cycle,
That I can't seem to break,
And I'm stuck in this darkness,
With no escape.
But I know deep down,
That this voice is a lie,
And I'll keep fighting,
Until my self-hate dies.
I'll learn to love myself,
With all my flaws and all,
And I'll break free from this darkness,
Once and for all.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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