Trust Yourself

This world is a concoction of

Violence, Hate, and Uncertainty.

You can only trust yourself.

Shelter, Food, and Companions

Are minor unlike the will to seek them.

Ah, that old phrase in my head:

“You cannot be loved right

until the day you love yourself.”

Forget your man, mother, or child.

If you can’t respect yourself

And keep getting out of bed,

What would they matter?

Forget those bare necessities.

If you don’t want to keep going

And dream about nothingness,

Why waste them on a half-dead soul?

Forget about memories.

If you don’t give yourself a name

And leave something behind,

What will they have to share?

If you are cast into the sea

Without something to show,

It’s like you never existed.

So, I cannot live without

Me, myself, or I.

You can only trust yourself.

Because Fate cannot exist

Unless you do.