Looking for love in validation
Submitting to manipulation
Contemplating suicidal ideation
I guess I just don’t really like myself.
Projecting a facade of inspiration
While I’m viewing thin-spiration
Lost in your words of desperation
I guess I just don’t really like myself.
Running away from my aspirations
Guilt and shame manifest as a forceful penetration
In my heart
My eyes fill with precipitation
I guess I just don’t really like myself.
Longing for affection
Only receiving erections
From those who are an infection
To my soul
I guess I just don’t really like myself.
Clouded by misdirection
Constantly in a hard position
Neglecting my ambitions
I just don’t like myself.