Looking at myself,
Inside and out.
I've lost my health,
In this last bout.
Pain and misery,
I have caused myself.
The dark eyes I see,
From sleep put on a shelf.
My body has gone to waste,
My mind an empty vault.
I have lost my sense of taste,
And everything is all my fault.
My emotions beaten and bruised,
I decided to get a little harsh.
Myself I've hurt and abused,
A parade against happiness I marched.
My body aches and my head is sore,
My eyes are burning and blood shot.
Almost wishing life was no more,
So in the ground I could rot.
I keep staring glaring at myself,
Thinking of constructive ccriticism.
But please don't worry yourself,
Or worry about this destructive pit.
