"Lose Ends of Unconditional Self-hatred"
 

“It’s not about the steps I take
It’s not about the fear I taste
It’s not about the lies I create
It’s not about the wrongs I make

I pushed myselfless self over
I watched me fall
My grin hides demons
My eyes bury me in hate

I fall in traps I made myself
I hide in shadows of doubt
I go to hell and hope its home
I steal my truth and prove its lies

I am the monster under my bed
I am the boogeyman inside my closet
I am my own murderer
I am my own enemy

I didn't mean for this to happen
I didn't wish for it to go this far
I became what I hated
I am the prison of my own mistakes

Nothing is what I made it to be
It changed without my approval
It is my own design of failure
It is what I am not...”