A piece I never reclaim

Self-doubt is a winner

Always defeated me

Low confidence destroyed my essence 

Allowed poor characters in my life in many ways than one 

Never felt good enough or pretty enough 

I was weak and I was prey

I seeked temporary comforts to fill the void 

Destroyed my body, ruined my mind and hindered my soul 

The numbness was a drug

I was HOOKED. 

The short gratification is all it took

Then the high drew shorter 

The pain came sooner

Depression became a daily thing, even hourly 

Alcohol and sex were my only fix to suppress the my pain 

So I drank and searched for my next character to take a part of 

me. 

A piece of me I could never reclaim

Hoping he could love me even when SELF-LOVE 

wasn’t there........

This poem is about: 
Me

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