Sewn Shut

I'm pushing myself through angst and distress.
 Identity skewed by my own rambling head.
 I try to ignore. Try to forget.
 This suffering that I've unleashed onto myself.
 How can I feel love for anyone when I don't even like myself?
 Or anything else?
 Constantly awake at night
 My own subconscious, so self-conscious mental fist fight
 In all reality, I'm just a child in a rut.
 Scared and forever bound, as being sewn shut.
 I'm a loser, I'm a slacker, I'm a piece of shit.
 Just another complaining, whining, college kid.
 This broken heart worn on my sleeve is getting big.
 How can I feel love for anyone when I don't like myself?
 Sewn shut
 I've had enough
 I'm as stable as wall-less foundation.