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.
my friend (in my head)
tells me im a good person
but when i look in the mirror
i dont see a person at all
but who cares
theyre not even real
im sitting in the dark
all the lights turned out
someone turns the lights on (was it me?)
oh well i dont care all i know is
i threw up
im better im better
i tell myself
or was that me (who cares)
i think about who i used to be
they were bad but
am i really any better
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection