There's a person in my head,
He tells me what to think,
He asks why aren't I dead?
I block him out with drink.
There's a person in my head,
He says I'm ugly and weak,
He repeats why aren't I dead?
I block him out with sleep.
There's a person in my head,
He grows stronger by lights out,
He screams why aren't I dead?
I fail to block him out.
There's a person in my head,
Why does he always taunt?
He made me climb that tree,
I'll give him what he wants.
I cleared him from my head,
It didn't take that long,
And now I'm finally dead,
Too bad that I chose wrong.
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The Cloud That Weighs Upon My Head. (Poetry)
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