Blurring Street Lamps

My first attempt at poetry with a rhyme scheme that actually came out good in my opinion

My shadow is looming ever closer to my grave as I reach my tired hands out for something to save.
My life's like my bank account on the verge of death and I have no motivations left in my head.
A fading memory of what made me smile
Looks me in the face everyday ensuring denial.
I hate the reflection in the mirror and the way it longs to go to see the past.
My head goes back and forth from "okay" to unstable.
I crush up some magic to send me to heaven, as I lie to myself saying it's the world that I'm living in.
Filled with angels and demons.

Author's Note

Don't judge me, just read it and tell me how it made you feel plz