The Other Half

Put the gun against my head,
blow my brain across the bed,
a little twist,
slit my wrist.

Stuck with this sickness
that no pill could ever fix.
A chemical imbalance you say?
More like too many emotions.
They take over my brain and destroy my life.
Suicide is the only way out.

Until she takes over.
She stops me from that.
I want to be free but I'm bound
by my captor's chains.
I struggle.
But I can never be free of this
darkness. It follows me like my
own personal raincloud.
Soaking me with darkness until
I can take it no longer and
contemplate my death.

But then she comes.
She senses my pain.
My fear. My suffering.
She feeds off it. Thrives on it.
Enjoys kicking me down like
an already beaten puppy.
Enjoys spitting put-downs at me
like acid. I curl up into a ball
until she finds me no longer fun to beat.
Then the darkness lifts and
everything is good again...
until the darkness comes back...
bringing her with it...