She Took Over

What good would it do?
If I stabbed a knife so deep inside,
Your stupidly dark soul.
What would happen?
Would people even miss you?
What good have you made on this world?
Do people notice you?
You’re worthless,
A whore is better than you.
You can’t even smile,
Without people looking away in shame.
What good would it do for people to try and make a difference on you?
You don’t even let people in,
When will you take the wall down?
When will you let someone repair your broken soul?
Never,
Because your stupid,
A whore,
Worthless….
What keeps you together?
Nothing.
Even your parents are disgusted with you.
They don’t even call you their daughter.
What have you become?
You suffer from so many things,
Insanity,
Depression,
Heart disease,
Multiple Personality Disorder,
Paranoid Personality Disorder,
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Histrionic Personality Disorder.
Your parents don’t even care.
I laugh at you,
You can’t even take care of yourself,
Your stupid little self.
Your ugly,
Fat,
A whore,
Fake,
Disgusting.
You suffer so much,
And no one cares.
I’m the only one here for you.
Let me consume you.
Let me come out and play.
Let me consume you soul.

What good will come of it?
No one will miss me.
No one even knows the real me.
No one has gotten through the surface.
No one can touch me.
No one can help me.
I’ll start listening to you,
I’ll let you become a part of me.
I’m too weak.
I can’t even stand to look at myself anymore.
You’re right.
I’m a whore,
I’m ugly,
I’m fat,
I’m disgusting.
Consume me, Kris.
Take care of me,
And let me wallow away,
Let me become nothing.

I laugh at you.
You’re so weak,
So fragile.
Such a little baby.
But I don’t mind.
I’ll take care of you.
I’ll hold you close and I’ll let no one hurt us.

So forever say goodbye…