We can go through our lifes hating ourselfs and longing for somthing else, not seeing all the beautiful things that surounds us. The hate corrupts our souls and makes us afraid of breathing, living and loving.
Makes us wonder why we are here to begin with... It makes us crawl on our knees,
pleeding for mercy to get out of that hell. Believing that nothing or no one would ever miss us if we went away.
But the biggest hurt there is and a struggle like no other is when you wake up,
feeling that the hate is not so strong anymore.
Beginning to breath, beginning to live...
and then realize that the only person that has hated you during all these years is... you.
And that it's hard to begin loving yourself
but even harder to believe that someone else could...