to have it all, yet have nothing to live for
I have a roof over my head.
I have food on my table, anytime I am hungry.
I have clothes on my back, and boots on my feet.
I have people that would love me, if I let them.
I have people who watch over me, to keep me safe.
I “have” all these things, that people say will complete a life, make it whole, and make it worth living. I have no real reason to be sad, or discouraged.
Yet, I am filled with self-loathing. The hatred I have for what I am and who I am, cannot be surpassed by any other individual in this world, no matter what I would have done to them. In my soul is a darkness, that was there at my conception. It’s not things, or people that make a person happy. It is not events in life that make a person depressed. It’s internal. And some of us, were damned.
(Source: slowertoheal)