I am my own worst enemy. I know my weaknesses. I know how to tear myself down, Leave myself hopeless, Confused, betrayed. It’s funny how I think I'm only Looking out for myself, When I'm really looking For how to make myself fall. I cannot hide from myself. I am always lurking, Waiting for a sign of weakness, Predicting the next move, Begging to pounce. I am addicted to self-destruction. I **** myself And it kills me To know that it’s all my fault Yet I'm still breathing. It makes no sense. It’s not logical. It’s not pleasant, But maybe just maybe If I can survive myself, I can survive anything.