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There's another me in here

And her only purpose is to destroy me.

The other me is a parasite

That sucks the soul right out of my body

The will to live from my life.

There's another me that resides here

And she whispers to me

She says

Nobody loves me.

She says

That I'm a waste of space.

She says

I should do something about my weight.

The other me is a puppeteer

And I am the doll.

Helpless to her will

I move to the beat of her desires.

She speaks for me

Because my words have been taken to stop me from screaming.

"Yeah, Im okay."

"Im fine, why do you ask?"

"Im just really tired is all."

She smiles 

While I'm tied up with my own insecurities.

She invalidates my feelings

And says

"Suck it up.

There are people worse off than you."

I know.

She says

Everyone would be better off

Without me.

And I believe her 

I don't want to be a burden.

She hands me the power 

to take my own life

But I don't accept.

The other me

Has let me die slowly

While still breathing.

There is no cure for what's inside me.

That me is not me.

She is a stranger

Who has stole my self value.

She has stolen something important

And I may never get it back.

There will be no consequences.

There will be no punishment waiting for her

Because the only person

She is real to

Is me.