I Remember Self-Hatred

I remember hating myself so much I wanted
to die; too many times, I thought about
taking my life. I questioned my existence.

Self-hatred had got embedded in me
from a young age. I didn’t understand why
my family treated me as poorly as they did.
I didn’t understand why they had to play favoritism.
That lonely feeling has since passed.

Buried past
God is unraveling me
for a greater purpose

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