roughest of drafts. oof

Me: I love you you made me I hate you. you blame me? these times we shared weren't lost days we aren't playthings hysterically saving bad memories i think can help save me shit.. Voice: it's too late fiend I have been watching constantly screening you laughing as you go on trying to stay sane watching you struggle and scream. admit it could have been worse Me: I do but it seems like you are here to kill me of and replace me. Voice: I suffocate your inner being so I can finally smile. feeding lies into the pile Me: enough. fuck you man. sure these times are tough but I am who I am you may be the one shaping my thoughts but I am the one paving our guidance. Voice: you cannot frighten the voices so why are you trying? must I keep plying don't interrupt me again. Me: or what if I die there isn't the thumping of blood pumpung into my heart for you to feed off me my friend Voice: ahhh do not resist I will destroy you and your relationships all of your friends will destroy the things you own my toys of yours for me to bend and break c'mon it's too late give in Me: never again it's time that these feelings you twist don't ever feed your fucked way to live