Self- Doubt

Wallowing in self-hate is unhealthy

Everything is not what it seems on the surface
Every time I think of myself I believe I'm worthless
And the words that haunt me "Do I even have a purpose?"
I believe I don't.

Everything around me seems to spin out of control
Every time my scars burn I stop feeling whole
And the words that haunt me "Do I even have a soul?"
I believe I don't.

Everything I've done leads me to feel shame
For everything in my past I am the one to blame.
And the words that haunt me "Do I even have a name?"
I believe I don't.

Everything goes dark with the changing of the season
Every time it's cloudy on the inside I am bleedin'
And the words that haunt me "Do I even have a reason?"
I believe I don't.

Do I even have a purpose?
Do I even have a soul?
Do I even have a name?
Do I even have a reason?
I believe I don't.