Sometimes you lose grip,
For me, I lost grip with myself.
How I looked, how I felt;
I no longer felt like myself and in my eyes, I no longer looked like myself
To me, I didn't look too much like anything amazing.
Maybe it was my cheating ex, or all my shit luck, or even the lack of attention I get from my current boyfriend;
Either way, I just wasn't myself.
I'd look in the mirror and start tearing myself down. I wouldn't give myself a break. This is wrong, so is this You could change this, Boobs too small stomach too big, Scars all over.
I don't know how to escape my mind.
I never see anything good. No matter how hard I try.
Maybe the next day
I will learn to be happy. I will love myself.