Self Deprivation

I am my own worst enemy.

They say I'm brilliant, sometimes genius, why do I feel like a failuer when I see this.

        My writing not exciting, my life less than mear heat lightning, I'm fighting myself.

I doubt she understands. I can do anything? Please, I'm on my knees begging for an answer, or a cure.

                    This cancer, myself, my own worst enemy, a detriment to my potential.

What I assume is substantial, I should cancel my subscription.            

                           My brains DVR filled with failed attempts that should leave my heart exempt.

                From human emotions, yet my brain filled with commotion, staggered like these words.

I've heard you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink,

               I can lead myself to thought                                  But I still don't think.

                           Blink

94% buffering, I'm convering my tracks, because I can't go back, no, not again.

                              My heart has been through enough stuff, that I can't be tough. You can't...

          ....call me a man, If I was I could say that I can, handle it.

     My wall has been dismantled, it's crumbled, broken, piles of rubble, the pin in my bubble.

So how to I jumpstart this life lost battery, 30k volts would just fall right out of me.

                   I've got nothing left in the tank, pull me up, I need a hand

              This is not what I've planned, this is not what I've planned, where the f**k do I stand

There's no footing, I could fall to the bottom, but I wouldn't die

               I've been down this road, invincible while susceptible.

Im skeptical.   Why won't I die so that another guy can take the place of the twinkle in my eye.

      Why heart melting baby blues and a sense of wit that to witness is apparently insipiring?

I'm tiring,

             I don't deserve it, I haven't earned it. I can barely use it anymore, but it's not lost.

My eyes have lost the shine they once had, but the glimmer remains, my wit wanes,

                            but the window panes let one ray of light through on occasion.

This is my excavation of everything giving me limitations.

                                  If you'd like to help give me some information, how can I escape,

constant self deprivation.

     

Reviews

[Angel Marie Antoinette]

My own worst enemy, by Lit, used to be my favored song. Because who else takes the time to destroy someone's vision of life other than ones' self?
This is a self-deprecating piece does not go to the deep end of emo, but is colored in regretful bitterness. I like the rhyme and it does not seem forced but it does falls off at points. My favorite part is the spacing at points that a desired effect. There is a few errors in the beginning, but it seems you get into focus grammar-wise as you go along.

On another note�I think this piece is so you, more so then any of your other pieces. It reads like a long hard, harsh look in the mirror. The title is spot on and the heartbeat of this is musical. It also seems to be rolling down a rocky hill, the kind that leaves you a bloody pulp in the end. At this point, I hope you can only go up.

I would add more but then I think it would be rambling of some sort.