Quiet before insurrection

I hate myself,
So I hide where this world
Is only
an imagination.
But it's a real nightmare,
Hunting for my
desperation.
And I stuck in the shelter
Where the pain is a
purification.
Such an illusion..
My sins
explanation.

I tried to love myself,
Get out of this suffocating
situation.
But every little trigger
Brings me back to my wellbeing
renunciation.
Despite the failures & tedious
Effort to get up once again,
Here's my
decleration :

I will still try to break
My bad patterns
Even though I'm tired..
It's the quiet before
insurrection.
I will still standing up
To fight till one day
My little hope will find
It's real
dimension
;
One day I'll learn
How to love myself,
It'd be my struggles
coronation.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Such sad poem.. such emotional pain...
my little hope.... very good line..
If you have the time you might like reading mine... for example Miles Apart
Lisa, now in Spain