Self-loathing is a despicable thing. It is ever growing, and builds upon itself. You find something to hate yourself for. Then you punish yourself. Those around you, that truly care, or love you see this, and are hurt by it. It hurts them to see you in pain. You blame yourself for their pain, and hate yourself more. Thus, causing more pain. All it takes, is for you to stop. Then your loved ones' pain would stop. Everything would be better. It is so much easier to hate one's self. And take the guilt, and the blame for the ensuing chaos. You take the weight of the world on your shoulders. You bear it, you take it, and feel it. You just have to set it down, lay it to rest. Everything will be fine. The world will keep on spinning. Just like it did the thousands of years before you. There may be damage. Your shoulders will still be sore. Your muscles still tight with remembered regret. But you'll have those that love you. They'll surround you, and lift you up. After all. It is far easier to be held, than to hold. After all. The weight of one person, being held by those that love them, is nothing. --------------------------------------- I'm sorry I've been an idiot. I'm sorry I've done everything wrong. I'm sorry I'm not there for you. Best of all. I'm not sorry anymore. Being sorry, is an admission of guilt. Proof, that you've done something you don't believe in. Something you shouldn't have done to begin with. Being sorry means that you should be sorry. I however, intend to no longer do what I shouldn't. I'm through. I'm done doing what's wrong. I'm done with being sorry. I think it's about time I start being right. ----------------------------------- It's time for me to be there for you. It's time for you to set the world down, and let me hold you until the aches, and pains go away.