#3

It only takes a minute to see how we destroy 
ourselves. We blame life for not giving
us what we need and for always having
our backs against the wall. We place the 
blame on everything else, but our own thoughts.
We can’t live life without getting burned.

But it’s wasn’t life that burned us, I look back 
and see that it wasn’t life that was breaking 
me it wasn’t life that destroying me at this 
point it’s not hard to tell my story. 

I didn’t need life to destroy me because
for years I destroyed myself. Going
back on my words, breaking promises
I made to myself. Lying saying it wasn’t
me, but knowing damn well it was every
piece of me. I just didn’t want a part
of me to grow and be happy. It’s funny how
we treat ourselves and blame it on life.

So lonely we take what we feel we can get.
We take any kind of contact. We take any 
phrase of words whispered into our ears to 
make us feel good, to make us feel like we’re 
something instead of just nothing. Because we 
won’t accept the fact that despite all this damn 
heartbreak we were always worth it. 

It’s hard when you tell you’re own story for the 
first time, but not me I had to face the fact that I was...

Letting entanglements trick me into 
thinking I loved something despite the
fact I watched as it destroyed me. Looking
back I saw how it made me push away people 
who could give me that happy ending I saw while
I was constantly dreaming. We fuck up our 
own lives and it’s the life that tries to saves us.

We live and learn as it’s not the life that burns 
us with the lessons we refused to learn. The life
lessons we refused to acknowledge. The
moments we lost, the ones that got away
we’ll never know we had. Sometimes we just 
gotta hold ourselves accountable and tell 
our stories of how we almost destroyed
ourselves.

We’ll look back and say it’s funny.

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