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Talking To Myself

-What is this pain?
-Duh, idiot: it's your heart.
-What's it doing?
-What I told it to:
Tearing you apart.
-Well, why's it there?
-It's just the kind of person you are;
Your defenses
When you let down your fences
Are kinda below par.
-What can I do?
I'm dying here!
-Why you cryin' to me?
I don't care if you die!
-What . . . ?
Maybe I should, 'cause
We're the same, you and I-
At least, we share the same body
But we ain't nothin' alike:
You're too weak
Too caring
There's nothing about you I like.

You sit at this desk
Spillin' your heart through this pen
Cryin' about how "after this
I'll never be the same again!" -Ha!
But isn't it true you thought these words
Could only be lies?
All these things that you say
All of your cries
Can be fed to you?
Do you even know what's real anymore?
Your own mind beat you
Warped you
Killed you
But still you want more?
FINE!!

That true love you were chasin'?
It never existed-
But you knew it all along,
So who do you think is twisted?
You really think she loved you
'Cause of the way your fingers
Danced on the keys?
Stop-
Your stupidity's killin' me, please- Hahahaha!!
-But
-And that 'God' that you were prayin' to
Before you went to bed?
This one's good, mate:
He's always been dead!
-How?-
-Just like all your old friends!
-No . . .
-Oh, so now you're starting to cry?
Aw, I haven't even gotten to try . . .
Oh, well!
Those mind games you lost?
Turns out they were me!
A little bit cruel, yes,
But they were so fun to see!
-I wish-
-For what?
Someone to come save you again?
Sorry, my friend:
One last message to send.
You lost this fight
Like all those other wars that you fought.
But before I go silent
I'm leaving you with one last little thought:
How painful is it to know
The hardest fights
Come when you're tryin' to rest?
That my few simple words
Quash even your best?
So how painful is it
That these come
Only when you try to unwind?
Or that the hardest battles you fight
Are all played out
In your mind?