Thursday

Fake me walked home on Thursday night,
And came straight through the door,
The same day, real me became out of sight,
We might not see her anymore.
Fake me contemplated death,
And considered ending her life
Believing it was time for her last breath,
She decided to grab for the knife.

But there is no knife, the knife is gone,
Real me threw it away
She is me in my happy form,
But only the sad me was here today.
Fake me started crying she fell softly to the floor,
She died and real me walked through the door.

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It may not make any sense, it does to me though. The real me is a kind normal person but fake me has depression and does creepy things. I felt the fake me coming back a few weeks ago and I let her come back. My depression returned but now the real me is back and I feel quite positive!