Black putridness slowly
Filling my lungs and chest
And suffocating me with
The shame and regret of
What I have done.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I keep making such
Stupid mistakes? This isn’t
Living life freely this is barely
Living, barely breathing.
What happens when the jokes
I always used to make of myself
Turn into reality? Am I even close
To the same person I was a year ago?
Or has the black filth changed myself