I wish I could die,
Don't wanna be alone,
I wish I could fight,
I wanna be alone.
Two children,
Or twins,
Same body,
Different parts.
They broke his heart,
Tore his soul,
Created personalities,
Different than other.
Depressed he cried,
No one hears,
Strong didn't let the tears fall,
Hiding the pain, he tried.
Confused which one's real,
Which one is fake,
He discovered,
He got more personalities to engage.
Didn't look like it at first,
He's a cold hearted business freak,
But a soft hearted depressed lover too,
But sometimes his anger burst.
He screamed,
He shouted,
All this in his mind,
He lived less than he dreamed.
Never knowing the reality,
He hid behind the image,
Scared of letting it out,
He hid behind morality.
Insanity hit him like a truck,
And his words ran out of luck,
His luck and his dreams had a tug,
Fighting within himself he was stuck,
In the past, writing the present he was hurt,
He got burst,
Adrenaline rush, to the brain his nerves burst,
Going to the hospital was a must,
He ran all out of luck, broke his trust,
Again, he was fighting all alone again, to gain back himself his own trust.
His own trust.
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