I am the destroyer of my life.
I am the destroyer of me
I always thought destruction was beautiful, turning what once was into something new and beautiful and a new story.
My destruction has no such beauty.
My destruction is more like a horror story.
My future is becoming destroyed, my hopes and dreams are becoming destroyed, my friends ships, my cares, my worth, all of it is becoming destroyed.
And I am the destroyer.
I am not myself in this destruction, something has taken over who I am, this horrible feeling and I am not myself, but all of my destruction is at my hands.
I am trying to find some help while in this battle with myself, but It seems I am losing. Everything I once had is slipping through my fingers.
And I am the destroyer