Three four five days
Any time and week
The self-hate stays
On days like these
My reflection and my mind
Are my worst enemies
I pick at myself
Dissect my body to shreds
Nothing ever helps
I ask questions
So impossible to answer
With the worst intentions
Am I enough?
Do I deserve to be loved?
I'm ugly and rough
She deserves better
Than my disgusting self
I'd make her wither
I'm inadequate
I'm not attractive enough
I feel ready to quit
I'm not worthy
I keep losing these battles
With my insecurity
No amount of praise
Nor words of reassurance
Help on these days
They trigger it
Making me fall further
Into the dark pit
~ Kaitlynn Diana Snow ~
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Dead Lights
PoetryIn this moment Everyone knows Monsters are lurking In the shadows All fuel runs dry And so the humans shout For the last time "The Dead Lights went out." Poetry Book by Kaitlynn Diana Snow Start: 12/21/2020 End:
