I've collected an endless string of bad decisions
Weaving and connecting into a strand of self pity
Entangling myself in my web of destruction
I have hidden the rope away in the dusty attic of my mind
Inhaling to haze the room so it may no longer be seen
But my continuous misdeeds have loomed over
my string has evolved into a noose
Unaware my own hands have done the tying
Suffocating anyone who comes in contact
Tempting me to seal my grim fate
I wallow in despair and wonder how this could have happened
and my stinging palms open to reveal the mark of rope burn
A rude awakening of what my choices have become
A reminder of the misery I have brought upon myself
But I will no longer be prisoner to the anguish of my past
I will no longer be oblivious to the impact of my actions
I will take back my tomorrow
and unravel the knot of my wrongdoings.