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I cross oceans for those who won’t step over puddles for me. My love is endless, yet it always drowns me

I knew I was healing when I was no longer staring at the ground. But things have changed. I’m back to looking down at the concrete, as if it was a warm safe bed

I can’t look at myself anymore. I spent over half of my life hating myself and every inch of my body. Some days are worse than others. But, lately, looking back at myself makes me want to rip my skin apart. I can’t bare it anymore. I’m disgusting. No matter how good of a heart I have, it will never be enough for what’s shown on the outside. And anyone who says different, is a worthless liar, and has no fucking clue what it’s like. Maybe one day, I won’t have to do this anymore. But until then, I’ll continue hating every breath that I take.

I can’t believe I fell for a guys words again! Fuck y’all 🖕🏻

If strangers online would stop making me fall in love with them, that would be great ❤️