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I'm thinking thoughts that aren't mine.
Ask me how I'm doing and I'll give you the same bullshit answer I give everyone else.
"I'm doing fine".
Suicidal tendencies.
I'm fighting with the other me.
I look at me and I don't recognize my face.
Unidentifiable by race.
I'm not a real person.
I replace normal language with cursing.
Fuck, shit, tit, bitch.
Cunt, slut, whore.
I don't think I like me that much anymore.
I have no morals.
I'm having razor withdrawls.
I don't think I can stop.
Don't stop until you drop.
Peeling skin, missing bits and pieces.
Swallow it down hard.
Like the consumption of feces.
I can't take being around me anymore.
Time to show me the door.
