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I slept with Despair.
She was sickly sweet and a cold seductress.
I felt worthless but she told me I still had
Much to give, much to give her. She stayed
The night and I found comfort in her
False repair. She left me with a son called
Doubt, he never leaves me and he
Second guesses all my choices.

I slept with Despair.
We have a history now and I fell into her
Like a habit. She gave me a sweet ache
And ate on the pieces of me that had soured.
That night she whispered ideas of isolation
Told me that no one wants me around.
She gave me a son called Loneliness. He was
A needy child, holding me back from the world.

I slept with Despair.
I gave her my dreams and she devoured them,
Twisted them to make me believe I was
Foolish for ever having any in the first place.
She ensured me of my naivety made me
Modest in ways I didn't think possible.
She secured me a son called Self-Depreciation
He never let me take credit for anything
I've done, downplayed every accomplishment.

I slept with Despair.
She never leaves me, making me think
This is what I deserve. She always has been
A cold rough fuck that left me feeling like
I'm not enough but this time was worse
She egged on my self criticism told me
I was right to want to punish myself
She birthed me a son called Self-Hate.
He was a raging child, hurting, crippling me.