In an ocean of self hatred
Each movement; an insult thrown my way.
Rocks are skipped across my surface
Some just dig, while some hit hard
But they all sink eventually
Into my deep
Dark
Middle
Ripple
In an ocean of self hatred
Each movement; an insult thrown my way.
Rocks are skipped across my surface
Some just dig, while some hit hard
But they all sink eventually
Into my deep
Dark
Middle
