harsh metal edges and the tired, empty thoughts, echoing around my head.
so say you’re proud of me. say this time, i’ve really done it and i’ll smile shyly at the ground like a goofy little kid and bask in the thought for just a couple minutes that after all this time i did it. i did it.
despite all the odds stacked up against me. despite all the reasons to not. i did it. i stood up, and i fought.
so say you love me. and i’ll try to let the words wash over me. let them wrap around my shoulders like medicine. and i’ll try to let it sink in but honestly, it’s hard to believe… any of this.
because how can this be real? how can this make sense?
don’t you know i’m worthless?