Why can't I love myself? I know I care--words I say upset me I live in rooms, venting, crying My mind flooded with ways of dying Hover in aching sadness to touch the cutting edge Slice my flesh by this anger in my head Why can't I trust myself? I could do something beyond sitting here I'd likely fail, but I could still move Anything would be better than this nothing, A nothingness which was forged by something: A past I should bloody forget Why do I have constant fear? I act as if the world will soon end (maybe it will) Anxiety fills me--sorrowful, perpetually morose Putting you all into my soul Unable to separate humanity from me Plagued by this paradox of insanity ...I just can't shake free Why do I need you? I say I don't but really I do I don't want to need me either So I purposely reject you I push you into my bitter words Then run away to play with my own pain Why am I alone again? By myself, here by myself and alone Feeling these feelings I always know Al...
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