I Am My Own Destruction
There's a hole that's growing in my chest,
getting bigger everyday.
I don't know what to do,
life keeps chipping my heart away.
Hysteria creeps in at the edges,
and I try to hold on to what's left.
The axe just keeps coming down harder,
and soon I'll be just hollow breaths.
The bigger the pieces I'm losing
the less I feel like myself.
I want to scream for someone to see me
but I can't even ask for help.
I feel so alone as I see myself break.
watching the cracking so numbly.
But in the end when I ask who's been swinging the axe,
I know that the answer is me.