TWO PIECES
I HATE LIVING I HATE THIS PART OF MYSELF
I seem to have two halves.
WHEN I have one simple moment of extreme happiness
I seem to fall apart and die in two minutes.
I become so depressed I get out a knife
I don't necessarily cut I just get it out I look at it
I ponder my death.
My existence.
Living without a soul
Or forgetting where it is
Is one of the most horrible feelings
You wonder where it walked to
Why it left you
A soul dying and struggling
You can see it writhe on the floor beneath you
I wish I could be one person instead of two.
But I don't think I'll ever achieve that perfection.
I seem to have two halves.
WHEN I have one simple moment of extreme happiness
I seem to fall apart and die in two minutes.
I become so depressed I get out a knife
I don't necessarily cut I just get it out I look at it
I ponder my death.
My existence.
Living without a soul
Or forgetting where it is
Is one of the most horrible feelings
You wonder where it walked to
Why it left you
A soul dying and struggling
You can see it writhe on the floor beneath you
I wish I could be one person instead of two.
But I don't think I'll ever achieve that perfection.