Anybody but yourself

Does a day come when I awaken undefeated

Rested, eager, prepared

To push on

How can I be sure it will get better

Not now, but maybe

Someday

Does a day come when I look in the mirror

Unabashed by my own image

And smile

Why does it feel like

No one can hear me

Am I not vocal

Or does no one listen

It's only me

To counter myself

Who else could know

How much hate I have

For myself

And whose fault is that?

How do you heal a wound you can't see

And no one knows exists

But you

Because only you can feel the pain everyday when you wake up

And everytime you look at yourself

And every evening you spend alone

Wondering what you should be

Or could be

If you were anybody but yourself

The hardest part about crying yourself to sleep sometimes is to just let go of the tears and give in to the sleep.

It means, for a moment, you can forget whatever belabors your mind and just exist