Do I know myself?

No.

Do I hate myself?

I try not to. 

Do I love myself?

I'm working on it.

I think I do.

I feel like there's a small part of me that doesn't

A small part of me that's scared.

Scared of what? 

Everything. 

It's all too much.

My grip is loose. 

Reality has me in a noose. 

It's slowly showing me how I did it myself. 

Even though it doesn't make sense unless you can see the bigger picture. 

But everything is getting better.

I think everything is getting better.

I'm not sure if anything is gonna get better.

Sometimes I feel like I'm floating in the clouds.

Sometimes it feels like I'm grounded and free.

Sometimes I feel like someone left me 6 ft deep.

Can anybody hear me. 

I'm pounding on the door.

I wanted to be seen

but no one to see my dirty floor. 

To see my dirty heart.

All dusty and cracked. 

To see how forgotten she's been. 

And the scrapes from crawling back. 

Crawling out from the hole.

6ft deep.