When She Was Happy (SLOW UPDATES)

Tim

Tim

I remember the day my parents were so stressed,

So they overlooked the fact that I was depressed.

I was crying im my room

Surrounded by horrible and dark gloom

Then came him

Never showed his face, his name was

Tim.

Tim became my friend, he promised not to flee

He was so happy and filled To the brim with glee.

Tim asked did I want to be happy like he

Of course I agreed but how could that happen for someone like me?

At this point Tim was my only friend

Kept promising that he would be there until the very end.

Told if I wanted to be happy and grand

That I needed to start by cutting my hand.

I followed Tim, and did what I was told

Doing what he wanted

Minor or bold.

I hit, broke, and starved myself

More than occasionally picking up the razor off my bathrooms shelf.

I got worried, will this even work

Seeing me happy was too berserk,.

But I could trust it, it was still Tim

this was the least I could do for him.

I asked  could I atleast tell of him to my mother

He said this was between me, him and no other.

I didn't listen and told her instead.

Honey I'm busy, this Tim is all in your head

Is what my dear mother said,

even shooed me to bed.

I told her Tim was real,

Even tempted to show her the scars he caused that had yet to heal.

But I walked away with the little dignity I still had

Because I could hear Tim,

And he was real mad.

You betrayed me, I never strayed

I was the only one who stayed

But you went agaisnt me

He began to yell

As he swore and wished me to the horrible pits of hell.

Tim No, I'll do anything, please don't leave.

I yell back as I rolled up my sleeve

Tim stopped yelling and looked at my wrist

Completly baffled that I had insist.

Okay go in the bathroom lock the door,

Grab your razor and sit on the floor.

I was scared, no reason to lie to you

But I did as told like I always do.

Now don't stop until I say

You will regret what you did

You will pay.

But Tim never did say

on the floor I lay

Because I didn't stop until it all went black

And the razor fell because my hand went slack.

Tim where am I, am I dead ?

No silly You're in your own head.

I turned to the voice and am blinded by what I see

Because All along Tim was

Just Me.

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Okay, I'm on my tablet because my computer is being bad. So sowwy if this is weird looking. And NO I don't have a voice or person in my head "Tim" Is The Horrible Thoughts in My Head, And this Is Old and Its Sorta a part One.