Self-hatred: I Remember…

Hating myself
so much I wanted to die.
Too many times, I thought
about taking my own life.
I questioned my existence.

Self-hatred had been planted
in me from a young age.
I didn’t understand why my family
treated me as badly as they did.
Why they had to play favoritism.
That feeling has since passed.

Buried past
God is unraveling me
Greater purpose

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