Self Destruction

Day in

day out.

It's all the same...

The nausea,

roiling in the pit of my stomach,

threatens to bubble up to the edge of my lips,

regardless of the meal I've indulge in.

I'm sick with self pity,

and full of its shit.

I can't control my future,

nor the past that came with it.

I'm destined to fail before I even try

but I keep on thinking that maybe even I might win.And it's all a lie.