Eminem: Take As Necessary

Talkin' 2 Myself

It's something I've always done. It's what set me apart at school and home. I talked to myself because I didn't trust no-one. Still don't. If my thoughts leave my lips, which they scarcely ever do, then they're spoken into my dog's neck during an emotional breakdown at 3am. Why? It's simple really. Dogs don't speak. They don't stab you in the back the minute you turn it, because they're loyal to the end. My dog's my best friend. I don't need no one else. Fuck them all. Nobody's a soceress, because it's impossible to gain my trust. I've been fucked over too much for me to open up. I've been treated like dirt, and like dirt, I let things grow inside me. Problem is, those things happened to be depression, anxiety and anger. For years I kept those feelings inside. I knew I was different, I always had been, but this time, its wasn't my dad who had gone crazy, it was me. Or so I thought. Depression is common in adolescents, along with anxiety and anger. I just didn't realize this. I just shut up. I didn't tell anyone how I felt, because, frankly, it was none of their business. And honestly, I thought I'd end up in a straitjacket. So I didn't tell. I let it build up. Like Jenga. Three bad, scary thoughts, then another three, and another and another. Until finally, it was too big for me to control it. It was no longer a tabletop tower, it was a skyscraper, and it was going to collapse right on top of me, crushing everything I knew and loved. Well, hated. I grew to hate the sight of everyone around me, because I felt like I was going through this alone, like nobody knew nor cared about the struggle it was just to get out of bed and face the world. I had good days, sure, but they weren't extraordinary. It was just a mediocre day.