YOU ARE NOT ALONE - A companion online community discussion board for The Mental Illness Happy Hour podcast with Paul Gilmartin

Trying to Love Me

It hurts to look into the truth,
The broken road of my youth.
I hide the things I don’t want you to see,
Because I’m trying to get you to love me.

I lived behind my anger and fears,
The dark side of my younger years.
Mom was so sick, in body and mind.
Dad up and moved, and left us behind.
I cannot explain, I cannot say,
Why our family was breaking in so many ways.
I wish my parents had held up their part.
Instead they left me with voids in my heart.
Now I remain, searching my soul,
Trying to find the parts of my whole.

So if you still want me, if you still care,
Please have patience, so I can repair.
I need some space to just be free,
Because right now, I’m trying to love me.

Thanks for sharing. This actually really speaks to my current situation, although I'm the one who needs to receive this message more than I need to send it.