Overflowing
With uncontrollable self harm.
Not physical,
But a mental means of distruction.

Hopelessness,
It swallows the mind,
Leaving nothing but raw sockets
That pour pain through the eyes.
Blind to what really matters
And a mortifying obsession with what does not.

Mind of a lover,
Yet mind of a hunter,
Along with mind of a victim combined,
A spectacular state of self deprecation
And nothing seems to go right.

Unable to notice the greatness
And a crystal clear vision for weakness
Over and over, a head to the wall.

The personality of a devil
Trapped inside an angle,
And back again with a hopeless head to the wall.

When will she feel the greatness?
When will she see the greatness?

When will she live for the greatness?