At least I'm not the only one who sees it... Not the only one who worries...
Oh that makes me feel a thousand times less insane.
Don't just brush it off.... Oh please....
And here I am just talking to myself, because who's listening?

I was taken, and formed.
We fit.
And we stayed like so, till I was solid.
Then he felt the need to find a new shape, and threw me out.
So I was alone, falling.
And I hit the ground hard.
And I shattered.
Then I saw you, and I saw you were just as broken as I was.
So I took my pieces and placed them together just enough.
So I could make it to your side, and help you out.
And we put you together so you were like me.
Just barely together.
And we fixed each other as best we could.
Then, you took this mask, and pretended to be whole.
And all the other whole beings, took you in.
And well I was here, and I wondered how you could just pretend.
Even though it actually hurt you more, and you were breaking again.
If we just were together more, we could make ourselves whole.
But now, I was alone.
And though I'd put myself back together better, I was still alone.
You would come back every night.
So we could repair some damage from the pretending you did.
We'd just fix the damage you'd done to yourself.
And soon enough, I understood.
It felt good to destroy myself.
It felt like I was at least successful at something.
And I never hurt myself more than I could bare.
It just felt good to be in power, to have power over my poor weak soul.
And you didn't notice.
But then, it felt like I was addicted to the power.
It was like the devil was holding my hand.
And I had lost track of you.
But you lost track of me too.