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.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
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.
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