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i hope that yall will enjoy this
I am my own worst enemy,
a dark angel strumming my own death's chords
Helpless against a steady self-destruction.
Stabbing myself viciously with my self-deceiving swords:
I am the antagonist in my own life story.
I hold the ropes that choke the life from me.
I am the killer stalking in my shadows.
I am the evil that only I cannot see.
I am the manic depressive
hidden behind my mannequin grin.
I am the darkness that thrives on isolation.
I am the end of what I never begin.
I am the only one who cannot predict my fate,
Crawling deeper into my tortured fear's lair.
Grieving for an empty soul too far gone to save.
Living only to reach the one thing I crave:
I am the monster hiding under my bed.
I am the nightmare lurking inside my head.
I am the chill that runs down my own spine.
Whose murderous grasp won't I escape in time?
I am the murdering mastermind.
I hold the chains that take my last breath.
I end my life when I have no hope left.
how very bleak and dreary. I know sometimes it feels good to feel sorry for yourself but this sounds more like a cry for help than a poem.