I am my worst enemy. I learned long ago that if I attacked myself then it did not hurt as bad when others attacked me. It was about survival. Now, the hardest thing I am learning is how to love myself.
while you are out, I sit here thinking about you. Worried, wondering, missing you, you just keep going. Not even a thought of me. I always fought for you. Why did you come to my life when u were nt gonna be mine?