I don't really like my mind, and it's pretty clear the feeling is mutual
I can hear the mean voice reverberate in my brain telling me just how awful I am
How much happier my sister would have been if she were an only child,
how much better my parents' lives would have been if I they were never cursed by my conception.
she often makes a point,
that loud voice in my head.
She often takes it upon herself to remind me that my existence is a burden to all who meet me
calling me the misery delivery man just to see how deep it'll cut
She's tried to kill me. More than once.
she sadistically simulates my death for her own pleasure, she knows how to knock all the air out of my lungs so I may suffocate on the floor like the vermin she often reminds me I am.
she tells me I deserve it for being such a disgrace,
and when I said I did nothing to deserve such she called me deluded and entitled
letting me know that that is all the more reason for me to deserve it.
like I said,
she often makes a point.
she used to be so extremely kind for the first decade of my life,
she got louder and meaner since.
it truly sound worse than it is, I must say
at the end of the day she is still my oldest friend,
nobody knows me like she does, anyone else would have turned their back on me ages ago,
no one can stand to be around me as long as she has,
I know that because she told me so.
and she is my oldest friend,
and nobody knows me like she does
