There’s someone who lives in my brain
They tell me that I am all that remains
Everyone else that I love and I know
They aren’t really real, they’re all just for show
I reach out for someone to take hold of my hand
To tell me I’m not alone and I have some great plan
But it seems as though everything is drifting away
As I drown in a sea of merlot and chardonnay
The person who sits grinning inside my head
They tell me that I would be better off dead
If nothing is real then why am I still here?
If nothing is real then there’s nothing to hold dear
I clutch at bottles and flasks and pencils and ink
I try to reason, deduce, and to think
If this world isn’t real then why would I imagine such pain?
The voice says it’s because I feel such deep shame
It’s self-induced punishment for all that I’ve done
And some days I think that that little voice has won
BUT I must remember all of those who give me strength
I must keep them in mind and give my life length
I must hold my head up and continue to swim
I ought to keep myself together and live on a whim
The little person who resides within my mind
Screams, twists, and anguishes, yelling “YOU ARE MINE!”
I must gain the power to crush that small voice
That sadness, that weakness, so that I can rejoice
I’m leaping, I’m flying, I’m soaring through the air
I blow gracious kisses to everyone who has said “I care”
My life still feels like a dream hanging by a thread
But that dream won’t be over until I am dead.
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