I look at myself in the mirror
All I see is a weary, tired face
Worn out from all the battles fought alone
The mind is a dangerous place
I try to run and hide
But my demons follow
I just want to rest and feel peace
But the voices inside haunts me
I'm tired of fighting alone
Every day is just another day
You say it gets easier a little at a time
But how can you live with the voices in your head
Who tells you that you'll never be good enough?
And never worth the fight, just too exhausting?
Just for once, I want someone to stay
Tell me I'm good enough
Tell me I'm worth the fight
Tell me I'm needed
Please, please tell me
You love me.
Because I'm feeling empty
More and more
Each day.
I'm fading.
I'm losing the fight...
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch



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