Sam Smith

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 I’m alone,


I don’t know how to handle quiet.


So, I listen to Sam Smith.


“Sit with Sorrow.”


Lying in my bed,


tears warming my cheeks.


If “I’m not perfect,” am I


“worth it.”


Worth your love,


I ask myself,


over and over and over


why do I hate myself so much?


There’s never an answer,


just music.


Sam Smith,


“I'm gonna try to (love me more)”


Deep breath, then sigh.


again. again. again.


Close my eyes.


say it. SAY it.


“I’m worth it.”




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