There's a certain high in hating yourself,
Sometimes it's a bitter sweet feeling. But other times it's like the sharpest blade of a two edge sword digging deep into your heart.
The more you joke about it the realer it becomes and the harder it is to control. It's funny like that, it's almost like an addiction.
Is that even possible you think to yourself. Is it even possible to become addicted to hating yourself?
But here I am, the perfect example of how that is possible.
YOU ARE READING
A special type of high in saving yourself.
PoetryA book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)
