Broken

I would like to lay down to sleep
And drown in my own self-pity
To cry a thousand tears in weep
Having lost all serenity
I would like to lay here in bed
And wallow in my own self-pride
Letting out my self-doubt to tread
For earlier pride chose to hide
True I choose the weak way of life
This path which brings me intense shame
But don't most choose this way of strife
In this life fonldly called a "game"