• Dear me,
    I hate you.
    I know your mind,
    And it makes me sick.
    I'm the part of you that won't leave:
    the little voice that nags in your head.
    I'm the only one who truly knows how you feel,
    I'm the only one who cares.
    I know you.
    You psychopath.
    You twisted freak.
    Sick monster.
    I know how evil you really are.
    You can't hide from me.

    They won't hit you any more:
    You're to old for that.
    But it's okay:
    I'm here to punish you.
    And you can't hit back.
    No more petty fights
    With yourself.


    You have no idea,
    How angry I am.
    You locked me away,
    And lied to everyone.
    You told them that I didn't exist.
    How could you?

    You couldn't.
    You never had the courage,
    To cut me out of you.
    You were never brave enough to die.
    I've got you,
    And I won't let go.
    I'll swallow you from inside your skull.
    I'll break your bones,
    And leave you a sagging sack of flesh and splinters.
    I'm the only one who can love you,
    And I don't.