I cannot give what I don’t have.
I never realized how profound these words were.
I have been running at a deficit.
I low-key bash myself.
I silently loathe, hate, despise me.
I never tolerate nor forgive my weaknesses and failures.
Whenever I miss the mark, I deem myself a failure.
My do doesn’t define me, isn’t that the truth?
I am more, much more than what I do, aren’t I?
Oh! Dear me, let me go!
Keep me tenderly close to you.
Please do so that I may finally be whole.
Fill me up with self-love and acceptance.
Quench my thirst that I may overflow.
Release me to love me, dear self!