Last night I woke up feeling disappointed in myself,
I have worked so hard over the past few months,
Made progress and vowed never to go back,
But yesterday I relapsed.
One minute I was doing okay then the next I was not,
I tried so hard to fight it but I just kept falling and falling until I hit rock bottom
I said it was fine,
Because it's okay to fall sometimes
So, I tried standing only to realise that I was stuck on the ground,
my legs and arms had failed me,
I couldn't move, couldn't shout for help either
Because I was ashamed of myself
and I couldn't bear to have someone look at me in the state that I was in.
It was then and there that I realised what I had done,
oh, the disgust I felt,
So I hated myself.
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