I'm stuck in a place where I can't find
a single positive thing about myself.
It seems as if it doesn't matter how much
I try to counteract my own misdemeanor.
I'm still the same sorry worthless someone
in my uncomfortable mind.
I don't speak up,
because it's not worth speaking
about how I need to disregard myself.
Still, I can only set aside
how I truly feel for so long
until my significance
fades away in to failure,
and at that point
my head starts to ache
from holding back every tear
that I'm capable of holding.
Faith gets harder and harder to find,
and my desire to survive
in a world like this diminishes.
I never thought I'd ever be the type
to give in to unhappiness,
but it reared it's head at me today.
