Dirty Pretty Things

The waters slowly rising and im sinking under. Im choking on acrid bubbles of despair with heavy gold chains wrapped around my ankles.

The bitter taste gets caught in my throat, and I gasp for breath. Im trying so hard to breathe, as the tears roll down my face. Forever trapped in this unrelenting cage of self-loathing.

I'm never going to be good enough, so why do I even try. The very fact that I have to try so hard proves my point. 

I'm my own worst enemy.