the wrong me

i found myself
in the shower
nearly fainting
nearly wishing it was a bathtub

i found myself weak and quite content
found the love i have
and the cut i cut yesterday
the pain of it today
and think it is infected
ah my it's a small thing
i have become weak

i killed the strong me
i killed the strongest of me

i found myself
and what i found was not as bad as i thought
yet again
not realy something i would think of as great
i have become the clown inside
oh how ironic

my eyes have not turned back
they still are lit with love
but inside
desperation
like that of a clown
doing all just to get attention
and realizing
it might be a cry for help
and then
making a joke of it
so no one will notice

oh well
i burned my food
i cut myself
and nearly drowned in my shower
and find that i killed the wrong me
and learned
killing is not something you should do
regret might not be suited
but it is a big thing
killing parts
one by one
untill there is nothing left
of me

monster
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