I am many things.
Most of them I am not proud of...
I am my own lurking monster in the dark,
My own nightmare in the flesh.
I am my own worst enemy,
Even when I'm at my best.
As far as ways I'm good.
Well...
There was just you...
And now that you don't believe in me,
I have nothing
I'm am no good...
Worthless
I'm empty