Ruins of a Self-Portrait

Do you know how hard it is
To be your own closest friend
When despite how hard you try
You hate yourself?

When the circle you drew collapses
And buries you beneath it,
Who’s left to remind you to breathe
And to dig you out of the ruins

When the burden that’s too much 
For one to carry on their own
Piece by piece
is handed back to you

When you’re crushed by the weight
Of your own voice returning
In a silence stretched too long 
All there’s left to do is hope the walls hold overnight 

when you hate your best friend 
But your best friend is you
How long do you dig
Before you let the ruins take you?