A Fit of Emptiness: Finding One's Self

Sometimes I daydream of cannibalism; Eating the body of myself. A self driven by inadequacy, I want to rip myself apart And feel it die slowly. As I sit, Dreams transparing to reality, I find my teeth clenching the brown. And damn it hurts. It hurts so much. Finding myself To destroy it, Another shard is broken from me As if each time I gnaw against my flesh, A part of me is taken. And when I wake, I find less reason To care as it pains. One day As I nourish my inadequacy- My want to be needed, Its roots gripping against The rotted remains- There will be emptiness. Nothing will be left But a cannibal.