How?

I hate myself. More than that it's a self loathing so deep and dark it colors my soul.
I do not possess strength to persevere.
This hatred has become a sickness and
It drags me down beneath.

My sorrow, my grief, and my shame
the cause of such hatred.
It never dies.
This force, Turns itself
into an immortal machine
Feeding on my screams
The tears that I cry

I am the cause of my own sorrow
The fault is mine, i know.
Like ripping off limbs and feeling
Them grow. I know the fault,
Is mine and mine alone.

I hate myself.
Self loathing growing
So deep and dark my soul it changes.
How do I keep going?
How do live standing on embers?
With my skin ablaze,
Agony taking form as flames

How do I live here
In this abyss of mysery
How did I not see
All that I was doing?
How can I love myself now?
How,

When I could not love
You in all your magic
Your grace, all that innocence.
I could not love all of that
Couldnt do it right....
So how can I love myself?
How can I do that now.....



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2020-02-06 at 20:02

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nice curtains
Guilt....That most torturous and relentless of emotions. May fade, but never leaves. Good luck.
2020-02-07


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
The torture of the soul in this is
very well portrayed.

I enjoyed reading this.
2020-02-06