I am my own worst enemy.
I wreak havoc on my own life.
I strike a match and then cry when it burns.
How do I stop the never-ending cycle of pain?
How do I stop the avalanche that is myself?
Can I be reborn from the ashes?
Or am I destined to continue living this self-made hell?

I am Icarus.
I fly too close to the sun and laugh as the wax burns my skin.
I let the embrace of the ocean pull me in.
Pulling me into the darkness.
The familiar suffocating feeling taking over.
I smile at the burning in my lungs.

I extinguish myself only to weep at the sight of smoke.
I build cities only to watch them crumble.
I beg for mercy only to silence myself.

I am my own worst enemy.
I am my own fatal flaw.