I Give Up.
I'm letting go of hope...
Hope that my dreams can come true.
Hope of a successful and happy future.
Hope to be more than I am now.
I Can't.
I'm not good enough...
Enough to be bright,
Enough to be loved,
Enough to be supported.
I Stop.
I'm not going to believe...
Believe in myself,
Believe in others,
Believe in happy-ever-afters.
I Tire.
I just want to rest and to be free...
Free from weights,
Free from expectations,
Free from desolation and disappointments.
I Break.
I'm here in my corner...
Corner so dark and comfortable,
Corner so fitting and cold,
Corner for my shattered soul.
I Hide
I am sorry for...
For being a failure.
For being a disappointment.
For not being the best you imagined me to be.
Know that... I'm the one who loathes me the most.