Another Chance

I see a massacre of a thousand different versions of myself. The leaves flutter, heralding the only living specimen of myself. I've always been a warrior but it's a lonely night. Sometimes i wonder, if i'd have died a thousand times if self loathe was a lethal crime. I deserve another chance; its too soon to give up on myself. Its time to give a glance in the mirror that i hid so well. I jumped in this hell, I'll find a way out. What i made of me, i wouldn't doubt.