I’ve fallen back into
Old behavior patterns.
Mad cause I’m a piece of shit.
The parts of me that I hate
Seem to always outweigh
The parts that I actually love.
Sick of myself.
I want to be someone else.
Maybe then I could
accept me for me.
Crying my eyes out.
Can’t catch my breath right now.
I feel the good side
Clawing at the bad side
the cloudy sky
Doesn’t really help
Where’s the sunshine?
If this don’t kill me
Then I won’t die