I’m writing a good bye letter to someone I’ve never met…
Lost in the fantasy of what would be…blinded and love swept…
Because I was running away in my head…
Depression and anxiety…
It gets hard to find reasons to get out of bed…
I try to love myself more…
But love the destruction of it all instead…
Progress is never a straight line…
When you’re convinced your worth is captured in dimes…
I wish loving myself was easy…
But I battle daily with the fears and crippling emptiness within me…
I haven’t given up on the love and life I dream of…
One day…I’ll fully believe….that I alone am worthy of love and enough…
