Memories from the pasts are highlighted now
they have become so clear
traumatizing times
utterly alone
scapegoated
my destiny
Bad judgement and stupid mistakes
when I should have known much better
always a struggle
and I hate that word
Hating myself
the aching, the clawing
the raw gnaw of emotions weighing down
the heat and sting of tears never far behind
No way to go back
to change anything
with Anger a familiar companion
I know I am far from perfect
Lingering here, I beat myself to the bone
knowing how I could have been better
Outwardly, things look okay
Inwardly, I will never be good enough
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Goddess of the Mist (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
saddest of all
is how we accumulate the negatives
let them, act as drag
in our pace of life
however small they may be in comparison
to our positives
the potency we afford them, cuts deep..
(such a relatable read, thanks for sharing
stay strong!)
Thanks for reading and for the thoughtful reply, L.B.
It's true what you say about the negatives. And I used to think of myself as such a positive person!
Well, you are certainly more than good enough when you express yourself like this. Explore the negatives, but grab hold of the positives. You are a beautiful spirit.
That's beautiful advice that I will grab hold of!
Thank you
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