Tired.
Lonely.
Longing to show someone my wounds.
Afraid.
Aware of the feelings.
Cannot escape them.
Self loathing.
Finding things to dislike.
Must be punished.
For what?
Why all of this nonsense?
So needless.
It’s silly.
But real. To me. In my head.
Pounding head.
Seems endless these days.
I close my eyes for relief.
It escapes me.
I can hear my Self.
Trying to love me.
So afraid.
Undeserving.
Lonely.
What a precious child.
Someone should hug her.
Give her strength in the form of love.
Not fear.
Not self punishment.
She is deserving.
She is loved.