Together we were three,
Three lonely people
with complicated minds
and different ways of thinking.
Then two of us became one,
and began to understand
each other.
Each other's mind
and way each thought.
And I was left alone,
with my black cloud,
lonely and lost,
my complicated thoughts and ideas,
filling my mind,
and the two people who always helped when that happened,
were gone.
The ideas and thoughts,
began to crowd my head,
I would scream but
no one would come.
Because the only two people
who could help
were helping each other.
But then again, not everyone can be happy.
If they can be happy,
but I can be dying,
as long as they're happy,
that's all I can ask.
I'll slip away quietly,
and hope they don't hear my pain,
the pain of your own mind,
working at such a fast rate,
that everything is boring.
And then it stopping.
No thoughts rushing around.
Silence.
Then it starts again.
My own mind.
My own creation.
Killing me.