River of QuestionsMature

Do you know what it’s like to wake up every morning? To look in the mirror everyday? To see this, a vile, imperfect, distasteful expression of the human race staring you back in the face, gawking at the joke you are?  To force yourself to lie, to tell yourself that no you are not!  To lie to yourself so you can possibly live without knowing that you deserve to be hurt?

Do you even know what it is like to be forced to tell yourself that yes, YOU ARE! ? To feel that you are worthless and know you are everything wrong with this world.  To feel utterly ashamed of what you can’t control? To know that everything you could ever want can never be yours, that true love just doesn’t come in that corrupted shade of green?  To live with knowing that the one thing that made it worth the pain could never be shared?  

To know that THAT IS YOU! 

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