You’ve gone insane, I’ve gone insane We are two in one so we both are as such Listen to yourself, you cannot live without the pain I don’t get why you love the bliss so much I know it feels so great I know it’s extremely addicting But it also carries a lot of emotional weight. we’ve stopped feeling the pain we are inflicting Is that a problem? We could find another spot Stop. Get out of my head You are a ****, you mentally weigh me down a lot I just need to forget, to lie in bed You make me fight this endless strife Just shut up, all I want anymore is my knife
If you’ve gotten this far and haven’t decided that I’m mental, good job bc I promise I’m not. Anyways, these are close to internal arguments that I’ve had in my head during this time.