“to love another
you must first love yourself
fore if you do not love yourself
you can not truly love
anyone else”
what a bunch of crap
the list of things
that i hate about myself
it is far bigger than the things
that i like about myself
i hate my hands
with the chewed-down fingernails
and the chronic tremors from anxiety
and so many different cocktails of medication
that has grown too big to
swallow dry anymore
i hate my mental illness
the auditory and visual hallucinations
that used to plague me constantly
and the depression
the anxiety
the insomnia
the fuckin PTSD
i hate that i cut myself
for six years
and the urges still overwhelm
me more than is probably healthy
sometimes i hate that i failed
when trying to kill myself
four years ago
i am a freak in every
sense of the word
but that doesn’t bother me as much
as it used to
because all of my heroes are freaks too
and i still have so much love to give
because i grew up hating myself
raised between two abusive households
where it was made obvious that i
was not wanted by either parent
so i took that love that i was unable
to feel for myself and threw
it out into the world
for those that needed it more than me
i have so much love to give
because that is a terrible thing
to let go to waste
and i have more than enough
to go around
and i hate myself more days
than i love myself
but by giving that gift to others
before myself i think
and i know
that i am slowly learning how to
love myself again
and forgetting what it has felt like
to hate myself since i was
seven years old
so don’t you dare tell me
that i can’t love others until
i love myself
because that isn’t enough of
a reason to keep moving forward
and loving others first is how i
pick up the jagged edges
and smooth them down into something
that is soft once again
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 13th, 2017 03:12
- Category: Love
- Views: 75
Comments3
There is always beauty in each struggle. Always. Nice job.
Yes, beauty in each struggle. And the rough diamond is shaped and smoothed to reveal its true worth 🙂
Boaz, you are right. You CAN give love and not love yourself. Your poem says: 'I hate myself more days than I love myself'. Aren't you saying that there are days when you DO love yourself? Do the days when you give love not also trigger that love of self?
The more love you give, the more you will receive, the more you will love yourself. And I think that is exactly what your last stanza says.
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