Falling Out of Favor

Slamming my head repeatedly against the walls

My self-imposed incarceration

Dark fingers of pain form a fist

Wrenching sobs from my heart

I am always wrong

Befouling all that I touch

A wake of hurt trails behind me

Reaching new depths

Of the pit called Despair

I take my anger

And use it against myself

Splitting my head wide open

I pry out my rotted brain

Finding nothing good within