Just another day.
I sit here and write away.
Its so easy to write when you feel this way.
Just look through the window and see myself.
" What are you doing with your life?"
But I sit here and I write not hearing a word.
" Stopping sitting in all your self pity!"
Now I can hear the voices in my mind.
Yelling, screaming, and cursing.
" Why do you do the things you do?"
But I have no idea what they are saying.
" Look at the scars on your body. What have you done?"
For they are just emotional scars never to be gone.
" But what about the time you tried to kill yourself?"
What about it?
That was years ago!
" But you think about it still, never thought you would get so low."
What is your point? Why are you talking to me?
" Because I am you and you need to listen to me!"
No! Never! Now go away!
" I won't leave you, not this way."
But why do you care so much for me?
" Because I can see that you hurt inside. You still want to die. You always cry. Why can't you see what I mean?"
I know just what you mean. But I can also see a world with no meaning for me. A pointless lie.
" You are wrong. Your life has so much meaning. If you would only open your eyes and see. You are so blind."
Stop lecturing me!
" It'll be alright, let it all out. Cry! Let your emotions free."
Why are you doing this to me?
" Because I love you and you are me. Time to wake up and let your soul be free."
