Anew, it’s through;
When one splits to become two.
I twist and I turn.
To me, sleepless nights now return.

Insomniac, can’t hit the sack.
My eyes glow a damning bloodshot red.
In bed, forever more –
Forever more and some more.
Bed bound by the forces of dawn,
Into a bloody covenant I am sworn.

I mourn, I mourn,
And for morning I yearn
To be reborn.
However, the night never ends.
I fall prey to night’s
Twists and bends.

I require divine intervention
If I am to be set
On the path of redemption.
Forgiven and granted exemption.
Rescinded my sentence,
After grovelling for repentence.
I think I’ve served long enough.

Self love is tough,
Not something I practise
Nearly as often as I should.
For I am my own
Self’s biggest critic.
As a hater for all that which is me
I am very much quite prolific.

Tl;dr – I hate myself.
Forever ignoring my own grand achievements,
And recalling only my greatest failures.
Leaving only room for self-resentment.
Now that’s certainly not the best recipe
For a healthy mind, I’d say.

Think it’s time to try love myself tomorrow day.
Now watch as the flower bud,
From the depths of the darkened mud.
Into something completely anew,
Finally claiming all those days
back in lieu.