The truth is plain to see
You don't deserve the pain,
And I know you agree
It kills you slowly, see?
You're already rotting away,
And become dust on the wind
You're talking to yourself
Crazy and disturbed?
Or maybe you're normal
No, that's so absurd.
This poem is stupid,
And so are you
Yes, I do mean me
But, I guess, you already knew.
Voices shouted in your head,
Maybe it is your only friend
Stop talking to yourself, damnit!
Or atleast you can pretend.
