I'm tired of being
told to love myself,
when peace lies
as silent as my undug grave,
and confidence is
a currency I've rarely dealt in,
when the last thing
I feel like is being brave;
and I find myself fading
every time I
tear my self-belief apart,
for broken bones heal faster than
the pieces of
this fragmented heart;
yet maybe
when I'm whole again,
and find contentment deep inside,
I can finally accept myself,
and there will be
nothing left to hide.