Note to self.

Dear Me,
You and I look through
The same eyes, but if that
Is so, then why does everything
Seem so distorted?

You used to have such high goals,
Big Dreams, and high hopes,
You never needed a 'better'
Method of dealing with your life.

You never used to push away,
All the people that care for you,
Or be as insecure as you are now,
Unable to even look at yourself in the mirror.

You wonder how anyone can want you?
When you are so disgusted with yourself,
You've gotten good at pretending you're okay,
When you are not, okay doesn't mean
Dealing with pain through self-mutilation.

I often wonder; how can we look
Through the same eyes when everything
Seems so different, like right after a storm.

These distorted images, are taking their toll,
Starting to make me wonder if there is any
Saving 'us', or if you've just gotten to far gone.
I'm tired of this battle, between me and your brain.

Apparently your heart has failed you,
Now lets try to work with your brain,
Lets try and think logically,
As if our life matters.