I've tried keep him locked away,
Hidden, long enough that time
will erase him.
I hate him, but he feeds on my hate.
I need him, but don't want him.
I fight him, but he still wins.
But....

He is me

The funny thing about silence is,
In my head, It never truly is
silent.

She gave up the fight
She let her demons take control.
Knife to her arm
It breaks her skin
Another cut; another scar.
She watches the blood
Dark red the colour,
Warm and familiar
It runs down her skin.
Drop after drop
Onto the floor,
A puddle of blood
Now beneath her feet.
One more cut,
That's all it will take
For her to go and take her place,
Among the flames, among the tears.
She drops to the floor
Her body stops there
But her soul keeps falling,
Till it meets its demise.

Despite the screaming in my head,
The tears in my eyes
"I'm fine..."
Is what I said
"I'll be there in a few minutes..."
Then I put down the phone
And ran into the street
My suicide
"An accident" they'll say
The perfect plan.

The average person lies four times a day,
The most common lie is
"I'm fine"

I nvisible
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M arred
F ucked
I nsecure
N uerotic
E mpty

I've been fighting a battle, I can't win.
He's been fighting a battle he can't loose.
I've been fighting for years with heavy loses.
He's been fighting with no loses.
I've been getting weaker.
While He's been getting stronger.

Some one help

me?