hating yourself is like a virus
it grabs your body and
throws it against
any and every wall
it can find.
maybe you wanted to
go out,
too bad,
why don't you just stay here..
you have nothing to do
beside staying inside,
and sulking about everything you can't be.
it's a virus you can only cure
once you find a way to love yourself.
but hating yourself
is a virus.
-s.h.-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
