Dying on the inside for too long.
Yearning for the drive, the discipline, the hope to be strong
What’s it going to take to allow myself to truly live?
Will I have to hit rock bottom with nothing left to give?
I can do this, I know it, but it has to be for me
Not to make someone love me because of what they see.
Not to please anyone around me, cause that pressure tends to build
But to love myself each step of the way and let self-hatred be killed.
I am worth it, I tell myself, and hopefully one day
I won’t have to convince myself it’s truth in those words I say.
