I suck at poetry...

I think I'm finally on the edge.

I don't think I can get any worse.

I feel like I'm becoming someone that only I can love,

but yet they all still love me.

I can't turn back now, what I've already started. It's too late.

This is the only thing that makes me feel confident, so why am I still so ignorant?

My only weapon, is it firing towards me?

Was it never my weapon at all?

I am the scum of the earth.

I can only be comfortable with other scum.

The world is all lies. There is nothing else.

I can't turn back. The art has blinded me, and all of my hopes and fears have too.

I'll be terrible forever, and I won't even notice.