The Break Down

A talk alone

Its that talk that feels like a plastic bag choking you to death, its that talk that you refuse to believe in its words, that is the real talk.
That talk, makes you know the whole fucking truth, from your pains to your pleasures. That talk breaks, hurts, scars and kills.
It feels like your demons are taking over your body but you can do nothing to stop them, they start telling you who to leave and who to hurt. They give you the list of people to scar them, and you're on top.
And mostly, they be stronger and smarter than you. And you can do is try to fight them, but all that happens is you failing.
And wow, do you even care? All you can see is me barely smiling, me wearing all black. Me crying out loud and screaming for your help, but all you do is pat on my shoulder saying " it gets better". Believe me, it does not.
But also I scar myself by not believing the truth of you not caring. So I could at least hear you lying to me saying you do. And why's all that? Its all just to feel like the only star you see.