Victim of Self Destruction
Who Needs Enemies?
Who needs enemies when I can’t even be my own friend?
Known for the grace I extend to others, but for myself I will not bend.
To others, I’m a provider of enlightenment and hope.
Meanwhile, I’m desperately dangling from a worn and tattered rope.
My pleas for help seem to go unheard,
leaving me feeling hopeless and deterred.
I am the victim and the perpetrator .
I need my own facilitator.
Simultaneously playing both of those roles
will ultimately take a destructive toll…
I’ve become an unconscious prisoner of my own tormented brain;
an agonizingly chaotic emptiness that would make anyone feel insane.
So again I beg. Again i plea.
“Please. Will SOMEBODY help me?”
Again, I scream. Again i shout.
“I must escape. I must get out.”
But the truth doesn’t care how you feel.
Its only concern is with what is objectively real.
And the truth is, I have a destructive addiction;
most of my pain is a product of my own self infliction.
Who needs enemies when I can’t be my own friend?
It looks like I have a relationship to mend..
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A feeling I completely resonate with. "Meanwhile, I’m desperately dangling from a worn and tattered rope." - such a simple, but a cut-deep type of line. Lovely poetry!