12/14/2024

I don’t know how to stop…

I don’t know how to be good enough

I don’t know how to like myself

She struggled to raise me because she didn’t like me

The mean voice in my head was the women dropping me off at the sitter’s

Was, yet the voice in my head continues

It’s not just the thought, “I’ll never be good enough”

But the feeling

That’s worse…

I thought the peak of my grief would be accepting what I never got

There’s no one and nothing to fight anymore

There is silence left in the absence of the war

Making me so aware of just how empty and broken I am…