I find myself drowning in my own self loathing. Choking on despair.
Gasping through pain for short breaths of disgust infused air.
My vision has finally cleared though
The fog of dreams has lifted. I now know why you can’t love me. While I’m aware that you do care.
I wasn’t made to be loved
To be caressed
My edges are too sharp. My walls too thick. And my self inflicted misery carves a moat
Filled to abyss deep depths
With all of the things that haunt me.