Part two

To love myself

I just looked at him

Staring into the mirror

Tried to make out a smile- didn't work

I looked at his eyes- Had a lot going on but generally just sad and tired

And I asked him

Why is it hard to love myself?

It's almost as if I'm the one who doesn't want the best for me

And something's growing- I donno if it's fear spreading or a realisation forming

I'm not self-sufficient...

I'm failing myself

And I'm allowing people to fail me too

But I'm looking at me in the mirror

And my eyes are beginning to water

I'm aware that I've been through a lot- still in the process of figuring and sorting out stuff

And I know how the man standing infront the mirror is trying...

He's trying to keep me standing

He's holding me from the inside- one heartbeat at a time

Breathing- helping me make a choice to choose life while I'm still alive

And as I look me in my eyes...

I tell me "I love you"

And as hard as it is,I want to be there for myself, support myself and cheer for myself-one thought,one decision and one day at a time.