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........
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