talking to myself

Hello, are you there?

 

Yes, are you here?

 

Am I here?

 

Yes, Are you here?

 

Where exactly is "here"?

 

Here, here with me...forever...?

 

I will always be with you, yet strangely 'we', as in you and I, will forever be apart...

 

Why, why does it have to be that way? Why do you have to be alone, deep in thoughts that exclude me, Why can't we be together? Why?

 

"It" doesn't have to be any certain way, I'm not alone, you aren't exactly the only one, the only thought, the only part of my mind besides my consious self. Let me ask you one question, why are you so afraid?

 

Who said I was affraid of anything, I just want to be part of you're life, I want to exist within you and be with you always...

 

Than, so shall it be, go ahead and exist, exist for the sake of existance, I'm not here to assure that you can exist!

 

Oh, but you should want me here, I am all that you have besides yourself, I am all that matters...

 

You really love saying this to yourself, you really love to make yourself feel so much more important than you actually are, but I don't need you, nobody does!

 

Is that so, You think that nobody needs me, you think nobody cares, well I for one think you are full of shit, why don't you fucking do something about it, you fucking waste of space!

 

Maybe I will, you don't seem to always be with me, and earlier today I noticed you were gone, so I took it upon myself to purchase something, something we'll both enjoy...

 

Oh really, what is it, more drugs...you fucking junkie, what is it?

 

Not exactly, I was at the hardware store, nifty little place. They had a good deal on utility knives, and you obviously know how hard it is for me to turn down a good deal, don't you?

 

I swear to god, If you so much as think of doing what I think you're doing, you will be sorry...Don't fucking do it...please...

 

Goodbye old friend, I love you...

 

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